Myles Garrett

Run it up I'm never running it back

Run it up I'm never running it back
Myles Garret bitch I stay with a sack
John Cena you can't see when I'm strapped
But if I up it I ain't pullin it back
I go to war for my dowgs like I'm Mike Vick
Catch a bullet if we throw a pass
I like my ex bitch
Cuz I thought she was golden but found out the treasure was trash

Hold up let's switch a lil minute we pull up in Benz's and all of the windows is tinted
Hop out the 4 door they know that I'm smoking on good dope and my fragrance marijuana sinning
I got a bitch who act bouji she probably won't rock it if it ain't designer that's printed
Mama told me that you friends not you friend back then I ain't get it I'm starting to get it
Start to the finish don't give a fuck if shit move like a turtle I bet I ain't quitting

I ran it up your ass got stuck
Know you ain't hate me you hate that we different
She say she love me but she say I'm toxic that's probably why I smoke drugs when I'm pissed
Her nigga nauseous she say I'm hot shit that's probably why in the booth I be sizzling

Only three years in the game ain't tripping on fame designer the cars or the chains
I do this shit for my family but if they all fail I feel like I'm the one to blame
My choppers know I won't tell put weed on the scale but my uncle fucking with Caine
When I go cop me that big body don't bring your bitch by me cuz I won't stay in my lane

Let me apologize to the industry cuz the hottest younging back
I took a break from this rap shit nigga ain't pass me up nah these nigga getting lapped
And know we making money smoking marijuana really could give a fuck bout these traps
But I know I'm blessed if I come up I won't lose it but promise I'm giving it back

To all the guys showing love to fans as they all told me I can't
And for the fam gon keep on running up them bands tryna explain my advance
I made a tran ain't keeping track of what I spend I blow it and get it again
Don't spend, don't spend what mama keep telling me mama I want some revenge

Everyday it's Givenchy and Polo
You put on drip just to take you a photo
He tried to dap me up I do not know bro
Nigga try stop me again that's a no go
Fuck it we hop on his ass like a pogo
Step with the gang only going where bro go

I fell in love with the drugs my bitch hate when I'm high I get high when my temper get low low
I know she cheatin that's why I got thot bitches eating the fuck do you think I'm a bozo

My baby spoiled she only know the word yes throw a tantrum if I tell her no no
Hotbox the 4 door but nigga already know smoke exotic ain't smoking dro dro
Ain't really bout it he do it for social media post it get shot like a photo

She tryna rush me bitch I'm coming
I was just musty talking bummin
I'm buying more jeans for the summer and under Amiri Tee's where I tuck it
I run up more cheese I ain't bluffin
I met some more hoes I ain't cuffin
My nigga blow smoke when it's something
Them nigga post polls that ain't nothing