Текст песни Rippin' & Runnin' - FSG Rell

King
FSG

Rell you around in these streets, I rip and I run with my dawgs
Rell you around with the heat, I rip and I run with my dawgs
Rip and run with my dawgs
Rip and run with my dawgs
Rip and run with my dawgs
Rip and run with my dawgs
Ripping running
Ripping running
Ripping running
Ripping Running
Rell you around in these streets
I rip and I run with my dawgs
Rell you around with the heat, I rip and I run with my dawgs

Snapping, no capping
What happen I′m asking
Look up to me I'm the captain
I am the one put the ball in the basket
I like my bitch to be bougie and ratchet
Christian Dior but it′s holding the ratchet
I want that Tupac and that Janet Jackson
Ripping and running ain't ducking no action
Wish me well but ain't luck na
Is you with us na or you lunch na
Long as I got them grammies and baggies in the tuck na I′m good
Always gone be good
Zannies got me good
Take a ride on this wood
Brodie got these mollies in
Backyard where the bodies in
I can′t tell y'all a lot of it
Just know some ns is out of it
Can′t complain cause I'm still living
Hearing shit my guilt tripping
To this bitch I′m a meal ticket
Need a bad bitch and a mil with it
Late nights I do hard work
The trade off I get 30 perks
Did you hear that I get 30 perks
I get 30 dollars for one perk
And when you do the math I think 30 work
In that case we'll keep doing dirt
300 if I run a verse
I′m a rip and run
I'm a walking gun
If you a CEO, and you don't got no shooter better get you one
Buying YSL, and you mad as hell
We toting glocks and we throwing shots I need newer shells

Rell you around in these streets, I rip and I run with my dawgs
Rell you around with the heat, I rip and I run with my dawgs
Rip and run with my dawgs
Rip and run with my dawgs
Rip and run with my dawgs
Rip and run with my dawgs
Ripping running
Ripping running
Ripping running
Ripping running
Rell you around in these streets
I rip and I run with my dawgs
Rell you around with the heat, I rip and I run with my dawgs

Spaceman on my backpack
What you had at aye
Ns gone clapped at
Where my mask at aye
I ain′t playing games, we ain′t playing games
All my ns bang, bang bang bang bang
I was playing around on that beat though
Shoutout V-Nise for the beat though
Ya new bitch got a deep throat
And I'm running hoes like beast mode
Charity at the free throw
Fly as hell on my feet though
I know pill poppers
This ain′t cops and robbers
Miss my fucking dawgs, they putting fucking time in
And they bank on me, so I'm still grinding
Just a natural baller so I′m still shining
I rip and run with my dawgs
No matter what get it all
Talking heavy to the boss
Go to Saks buy it all
We was just running the summer
Banging the clips it's a drummer
Get up and do what we want to
Calling these plays doing numbers
I′m my own man
Got my own grams
Whip my own pan
Got my own bands
They got false hope, and I ain't buying that
They fake rappers need real ones getting tired of that

Rell you around in these streets, I rip and I run with my dawgs
Rell you around with the heat, I rip and I run with my dawgs
Rip and run with my dawgs
Rip and run with my dawgs
Rip and run with my dawgs
Rip and run with my dawgs
Ripping running
Ripping running
Ripping running
Ripping running
Rell you around in these streets
I rip and I run with my dawgs
Rell you around with the heat, I rip and I run with my dawgs