Lil Yachty, Byou - Runnin Wit a Sack lyrics
Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Yachty, Byou - Runnin Wit a Sack lyrics]
Uh, all I want is head
Gained $30, 000 worth of diamonds
Like a gumball playin' with my money
that's gon' turn a nigga awol
Could've shot with Paul
Rather shot with Nick though
All my dogs fightin'
Like a mother fuckin' pit, though
Fight 'em like I'm winter time, fur coat
My bitches rock
My whip so damn stupid
It could've parked in handicap
You can get kidnapped why
Bitch suckin' dick, in need chin strap
(Lil Boat) puttin' in work with the chop
It's gon' kick back tech gon' kick
Like a bitch, I need a tic tac
Niggas want the fame but all these
Niggas do is kick back
Bitch saw the gang and she damn
Near had a heart attack
Thirty racks racked up in a nigga backpack
I just snatched a groovie white
Bitch from the shake shack
Dunkin' in that pussy, like Shaq attack
(You niggas really don't get no money)
Bitch, hey
I'm gone off that act
He who do not act, I don't remember no script
I juuged up prescriptions
Higher than ghost and he gon' build a stump
Boy, we don't smoke weed
We probably steal from police
'Cause they be stashin' more drugs than me
Then turn around and ask for
They say runnin' with the sack
Make you the main target
Runnin' with the sack make
You the main target, ayy
Well call me bullseye
(yeah) , keep a third eye (yeah)
Crippin' so damn slow
You would've thought it was drive by (Ayy)
Runnin' with the sack make
You the main target
Runnin' with the sack make
You the main target
Well call me bullseye, keep a third eye
(yeah) crippin' so damn slow
You would've thought it was drive by
Ayy, ayy, ayy gang break in two
Breakin' a bitch back, though
I'm smackin' on her pussy like
The cartoons with cereal
Niggas get real serious when I
Run through they cereal
Numbers addin' up, like a
(Numbers addin' up, like a)
You gon' go broke tryna impress the inferrer
A wise man once told me not to be into her
But still into her
Licked on that pussy one time, never again
It taste like vinegar
Dabble water on these fuckin' rap niggas
They be callin' me the fuckin' sinister
Could've been the fuckin' minister
Swag so just a mystery
Used to tease them, philosophy
'Til but can't contest to me
Never been a dope boy, but I'm dope, boy
Only nigga that can jump headfirst in
The ocean and still float, boy
Lil Boat
Gained $30, 000 worth of diamonds
Like a gumball playin' with my money
that's gon' turn a nigga awol
Could've shot with Paul
Rather shot with Nick though
All my dogs fightin'
Like a mother fuckin' pit, though
Fight 'em like I'm winter time, fur coat
My bitches rock
My whip so damn stupid
It could've parked in handicap
You can get kidnapped why
Bitch suckin' dick, in need chin strap
(Lil Boat) puttin' in work with the chop
It's gon' kick back tech gon' kick
Like a bitch, I need a tic tac
Niggas want the fame but all these
Niggas do is kick back
Bitch saw the gang and she damn
Near had a heart attack
Thirty racks racked up in a nigga backpack
I just snatched a groovie white
Bitch from the shake shack
Dunkin' in that pussy, like Shaq attack
(You niggas really don't get no money)
Bitch, hey
I'm gone off that act
He who do not act, I don't remember no script
I juuged up prescriptions
Higher than ghost and he gon' build a stump
Boy, we don't smoke weed
We probably steal from police
'Cause they be stashin' more drugs than me
Then turn around and ask for
They say runnin' with the sack
Make you the main target
Runnin' with the sack make
You the main target, ayy
Well call me bullseye
(yeah) , keep a third eye (yeah)
Crippin' so damn slow
You would've thought it was drive by (Ayy)
Runnin' with the sack make
You the main target
Runnin' with the sack make
You the main target
Well call me bullseye, keep a third eye
(yeah) crippin' so damn slow
You would've thought it was drive by
Ayy, ayy, ayy gang break in two
Breakin' a bitch back, though
I'm smackin' on her pussy like
The cartoons with cereal
Niggas get real serious when I
Run through they cereal
Numbers addin' up, like a
(Numbers addin' up, like a)
You gon' go broke tryna impress the inferrer
A wise man once told me not to be into her
But still into her
Licked on that pussy one time, never again
It taste like vinegar
Dabble water on these fuckin' rap niggas
They be callin' me the fuckin' sinister
Could've been the fuckin' minister
Swag so just a mystery
Used to tease them, philosophy
'Til but can't contest to me
Never been a dope boy, but I'm dope, boy
Only nigga that can jump headfirst in
The ocean and still float, boy
Lil Boat