Against Me

[Intro]
Sil on the beat too
Oh, I'm with these racks
Man, I'm runnin' with my sack
Bitch I'm bad, all my bitches bad
You know how I'm at, this ain't that
And I got it, man
I got that, no cap, that shit no cap
Bunch of money, yeah
All this shit ain't rap, that shit no cap

[Chorus]
Runnin' up the M's
Fuckin' your bitch and her bitch and her friends
Smokin' on a whole lot of gas, my pack big as shit, you can't get it
Twenty band, hundred band, light band, man
Add it up, get it right, man
Geeked up, Adderall, no Vyvanse
Saks Fifth, catchin' that, [?]
Runnin' up the M's, runnin', runnin' up the M's
Man, my brother Louie scammin', he gon' run it up, I bet
Speakin' of which, I heard you said you scared somebody, but ya didn't
Smoke a quarter ounce of it, not a single blunt is mid

[Verse]
Bitch, I live how I live, posted in LA
Used to let my people down, now everybody straight
And yeah, I could lie, but I would rather tell it straight
I don't like my bitches straight, I like my bitches bi and gay
Big house with a lake, and it got a gate
Fuckin' TikTok bitches, they gon' hit the renegade
Told that bitch, "Stop", she just with me 'cause I'm gettin' paid
I don't trust a single face, they gon' fold like paper mache
If you touch me, then my bro go Rylo, and that shit NoCap, that shit no way
Count a hundred, got like fifty on my lap, fifty on my waist
Boy, I'm stuntin', if you want it, come and grab, come try and take
He gon' die, know I got gunners state to state, yay, aye

[Chorus]
Runnin' up the M's
Fuckin' your bitch and her bitch and her friends
Smokin' on a whole lot of gas, my pack big as hell, you can't get it
Twenty band, hundred band, light band, man
Add it up, get it right, man
Geeked up, Adderall, no Vyvanse
Saks Fifth, catchin' that, [?]
Runnin' up the M's, runnin', runnin' up the M's
Man, my brother Louie scammin', he gon' run it up, I bet
Speakin' of which, I heard you said you scared somebody, but ya didn't
Smoke a quarter ounce of it, not a single blunt is mid
Bitch I live how I live

[Outro]
Oh, I'm with these racks
Man, I'm runnin' with my sack
Bitch I'm bad, all my bitches bad
You know how I'm at, this ain't that
And I got it, man
I got that, no cap, that shit no cap
Bunch of money, yeah
All this shit ain't rap, that shit no cap