Rental & Bo’s

[Intro]
(Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)

[Chorus]
She like the way the engine sound, we in the Hellcat
Everytime you see me in a rental, I'm bringin' 'bows back (I'm bringin' 'bows back)
We was sixteen years-old with stolen straps (Shit)
I got fire P's in, come put your nose in that (Put your nose in that)
I'm steady lookin' at my wrist, I'm finna froze that (I'm finna freeze that)
I wear this shit one time, where my clothes at? (Where my clothes at?)
I was never that nigga askin' where the hoes at
Bitch, everybody know that I'm a Sack runner (Everybody know that shit)

[Verse]
Back an opp in the spring and make him have a bad summer
I'll up this Glock so quick, I got a fast jumper
I'ma hit your bitch doggy style, she got ass on her
Every time you see me and Loski Brim, we got cash on us
How the fuck you walk out the mall with no bags on you? (How the fuck?)
Niggas always talkin' cash shit but ain't got cash on 'em (How the fuck?)
Swear to God, if she is not a ten, I wouldn't brag on her
I can't wait to bump into Hustle Cartel, I'ma pass on her
Nigga asked me for his 'Wood back, it's in the trash, homie
A lotta niggas out here lyin' on they dead homies (On they dead homies)
Treat his ass like a burger, put some bread on him (Put some bread on him)
Bitch, pull your pants up, I want the head from you (I want the head)
I'm mad at Driveway, he went fed on me (Free Driveway)
With this ten-milli Glock, I'm finna stand over him (With this ten milli)
We in the 3-9-2, you in a Range Rover (You in a bum-ass Range)
Switchy hit his ass, now it's game over (Now the game over)
I spent bands on roulette, I don't play poker (I love roulette)
You don't smoke za for real, you a **** ****
You don't smoke za for real, you a fake smoker (You a fake smoker)
I'm finna pull out twenty bands, is the bank open? (Is the bank open?)
I'll never buy that shit if the drank open (If the— what?)
Think they got away for killin' Gabe, but it ain't over (Long live Gabe)
I'm finna drop that Skino world piece, the wait over
Dropped so many YSR tapes, it's the takeover
Mad as hell at Baby J, he knocked my Drac' over
Will I ever spend the night at a bitch crib? I'm bringin' Drac' over
Pulled down on an opp's block, give it a makeover (Give it a makeover)
Buy a big crib with a dog, call it Beethoven (Bitch)
You can stack a hundred bands, you gotta stay focused (You gotta stay focused)
I'll spend three K for a pint if it ain't open
Bro made thirty off of weed but he hate smokin'
Bro shot an opp and started laughin', he just like to joke (Haha)
You better keep your gun on you, the streets gettin' bogus (The streets wild)

[Chorus]
She like the way the engine sound, we in the Hellcat
Everytime you see me in a rental, I'm bringin' 'bows back (I'm bringin' 'bows back)
We was sixteen years-old with stolen straps (Stolen)
I got fire P's in, come put your nose in that (Come put your nose in that)
I'm steady lookin' at my wrist, I'm finna froze that (I'm finna freeze that)
I wear this shit one time, where my clothes at? (Where my clothes at?)
I was never that nigga askin' where the hoes at (Never)
Bitch, everybody know that I'm a Sack runner (Everybody know that shit)

[Outro]
Yung Sak Runner shit
What the fuck goin' on, nigga
The Takeover
I might drop fourteen tapes straight, nigga, all shit talkin'