Runnin pt 1

Word on the street is i shot a little nigga for a quarter

Well I'm fruit punch concentrate and they water

Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter

Yeah, as I walk up to the alter

His dreams gone dry, that's why he on water

Sorta like a dyke that I altar

All Prada, flow is all water

The water from the past is the same water in the present

But she was talking about my pendant

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

The day before is better than the present

Apparently you're a parrot

Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future errant

Foreign girl in garage

And I can't help but stare, cause she movin in a way a lil nigga wanna do it

And these artists don't need me they already rich

She called me fantastic, I called her a fat bitch

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

And I'm still high, so I'm tryna dip

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

The ape is a beast, tranquilize that bicth

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

You smell that? That's the odor of success bitch

My shit was submarine like, under ship

As deep as Dawson's Creek and shit

I'm screaming "Maybach!" til I'm rich

Lying to yourself, all over an image

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch