Sak Runners

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
Call me Big Wop, 'cause I got big grams
He told you that was Runtz, you a big ham
You ain't really winnin' with your team, you the sixth man
Bro do magic with them cards, he gon' self-scan
Bro was fuckin' over KC, got himself banned
You was fuckin' with a rat and got yourself jammed
He put his gun down and boxed and got himself slammed
I'm blowin' Cookie 'Woods like a fuckin' fan
You don't listen to my songs, nigga, you a fan
When I get my money up, I'm goin' to Japan
I'm just tryna take a trip to Cali, fuck her in the sand
Nigga want a verse from YSR, man, I need a band
She wanna suck my ding-ding, pull it out my pants
Nigga think I'm broke 'cause of what? 'Cause I got on Vans?
Got a gun, but won't shoot that bitch like you ain't got no hands
Fat boy, I really like to eat lamb chops and yams
Man, this world fucked up, you gotta watch your fam
Naw, this world really fucked up, you gotta watch your mans
Put your trust in runt-runt and she just got rammed
I'm tryna run my money up and go and drop a Ram

[Verse 2: Driveway Baby]
I can get it off a bag, ain't gotta do no scams
I can get them P's in, get it all off grams
Nigga tried to shake my hand, I am not your fam
Nigga tried to shoot an AR, but that bitch got jammed
Was fuckin' the cards heavy, it's time to switch it up
These niggas hate me 'round this bitch, but I don't give a fuck
Ho wanna be my bitch, I don't wanna cuff
I'm tryna get ahead, bitch, I'm tryna run it up
You should've known my resume, bitch, I just wanna fuck
Be my lil' driver on the side, bitch, be my duck
We can fuck on the side, I can be in your guts
Yung Sak Runners, bitch, we finna fuck the summer up
My stepdad mad at me, I fucked his Hummer up
Hit a bitch pussy hard, her shit numbin' up
My nigga used to hoop good, but he fucked his jumper up
Your bitch fat as hell, she gotta lift her stomach up
My bitch mad at me, said she ain't feelin' me
Hit her with my ding-dong, said, "It's killin' me"
She don't like backshots, said, "You be drillin' me"
I just want the money, you ain't gotta be no friend to me

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
I just dropped a three up in my pop, this ain't Hennessy
Bro smacked every Target in Tennessee
I got another hundred sale, meet me on Witherbee
We ain't get to kill that lil' nigga, but we injured him

[Verse 4: Driveway Baby]
I got these Gucci runners, bitch, they made from Italy
Bro just gurbed a white bitch, her name was Emily
Man, these niggas copycats, they just mimic me
Quavis just sold some top-shelf Cookie on Civic Street