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iloverunners - str pryns lyrics

you got the drank then i’ll pull up
get a bank we gon drop in it
go to the plug house i’ma stop in it
you a l need to stop with it
got a dump now i need a runner
and i’ll let it squeeze i don’t a gunner
hit too many scams gotta change my number
that boy hating because he a lame i’m upper
i’ll have yo b*tch eat me up like supper
pop that boy just like a upper
chop on me i’ll let it stutter
hitting yo set you get wet with cutters
that boy probably an undercover
they won’t catch on get another runner
pack gon fly send another out
after that sh*t then another coming
off of this perc gon take me out
get that boy trapped he like let me out
and i’m using this b*tch i’ma set em up
the news gon be good i won’t let em down
when i’m upping this b*tch i’ma wet em up
and the drank i’m sipping probably outdated
and i’m getting this sh*t i ain’t waiting now
get that boy decapitated
a million ways we can take em down
if i up this b*tch i’ma spray it
them bullets hawk em i won’t chase him down
give me that sh*t i’ma take his pound
just get down better not make a sound
and i punch i don’t gotta pay for sh*t
and i sl*t his b*tch she gon take this sh*t
and this chop on me it’s gon take that boy
then right after that i’ma take his sh*t
punch this fit i’ma take a fl!ck
3 2 1 we going in
running this sh*t it’s over with
racks falling out my hands can’t fold this sh*t
we gon press that boy make him fold and sh*t
cop them lines pour up in a soda
but this drac on me looking like yoda
big body this ain’t a toyota
and a snake with me like a cobra
and i’m sipping like i had a cold
that boy better not slip then it’s over
and you know that i’m taking his soul
you tryna get the drank gone you hit up me and it’s sold
you tryna get that bank gone you hit up me and it drop
they sold you fake ass drank that sh*t won’t even drop
send a runner in the bank fake scannable id it’s gon pop
send a runner in the store gon do the script and then go shop
don’t give that pint to me he might faint when i hit his pop
we kicking down his door we pulling up like we the swat
i come through cleaning up this stick no broom won’t let a spot
i need high credit score send all my items to the spot

- str pryns lyrics

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