Ran Thru

[Intro]
Yeah, you tell me
Percocet pill, I was high, i ain’t tell you how i feel

[Chorus]
Yeah, you tell me you hate me, shut the fuck up
Girl, I hate you too, bro got stick, it's not bamboo
Why the fuck these niggas, keep calling my phone saying, you ran through?
I done put my mama in a home, money I done ran through
I get sick when your ass not around, shit, I might caught the flu
Which one yo ass want, money or dick?, I don't wanna hear attitude
She eat me like food, woah, I can't cuff, no groupie hoe
Got clips not in the movie though, can't switch on Tito, that's my bro
Nigga talking shit, I make a bad bitch touch her toes
Baby, where that love go?
You know my heart cold, I'm trying to move somewhere that is snow
I’ve done turned into a fucking studio addict, and it shows
Dope boy, got on Jordan’s, I get high almost every morning
I'm off of pill right now, recording, sipping lean, she said, “why you snoring?” (Yeah)
I got the lil’ bitch, wetter than a pool, but I’m not Jordan
Police hit the lights, gon' leave they ass, we in the foreign
We got drakes, running through the port, your face, girl, I adore
And I know that I be sinning, so I'm praying to the Lord
This lil’ hoe, she freaked out, trying to eat it through my shorts
She don't like how I'm geeked out, mixed 10 with my new ports

[Chorus]
Yeah, you tell me you hate me, shut the fuck up
Girl, I hate you too, bro got stick, it's not bamboo
Why the fuck these niggas, keep calling my phone saying, you ran through?
I done put my mama in a home, money I done ran through

[Verse: 2]
Oxycodone, percocet pills
Yeah, you know I was high, i told you, I ain’t care how you feel (Huh)
Shout out, bro, kill, pull up, shoot shit, not just a flim
Off all three like Bradley Bill, don't be scared, I've been hurt for real
I'm fucking with these hoes, see a bitch in color, can't get what's up
You call me and I'm loaded, I put my stars in my cup
Ask my mama, I'm a lover boy, I don’t just wanna fuck
But I was running after love, and I fuck around, ran out of luck

[Chorus]
Yeah, you tell me you hate me, shut the fuck up
Girl, I hate you too, bro got stick, it's not bamboo
Why the fuck these niggas, keep calling my phone saying, you ran through?
I done put my mama in a home, money I done ran through