‌and you can go with me.

Lyrics

[Intro] Yuh, ayy, Darkie [Verse 1] I'ma dip and do the dash, I been rippin' through this cash I been trippin' off that bag, I been living off that cab Money running through my mind, got that weed of every kind I'ma pull up to the spot, I be droppin' off that pot Got a pickup, I be moving it, got an eighth and I might Cuban it Got a O and I'm abusin' it, got a P and I be choosing it Got purple in my pack, money pile in a stack Shadow moving through the street, I be running on repeat I be running on my feet, I be running on my feet I be running on my feet, I be running on my feet Can't sit down (Yeah) I just be movin' like I was a Looney Tune and I was writ down (Okay) I had to get a job, had to get a spot, had to leave town Now I'm livin' on the ground, getting all around, getting money (Yuh, yuh) Just to give it back, just enjoy the fact LA's sunny (Yuh, yuh) Friends go with me, they know with me, my brain is runny (Yuh, yuh) But they roll with me, we know cities and the bay is funny (Yuh, yuh) On the phone with me, you know I don't got a lot of time (Nah, nah) I be working out, it's working now Got a lotta rhymes and I'll botch your rhymes and now I don't bat one eye I been on this lonely road, I'ma walk until I die I'm on the move, that is my answer why I don't make no friends, either you tribe or you die [Bridge] I'm on that OG and it kill I will leave you and your heart will never heal Sold that O up in the hills, the baggy filled Now the same kids only have me run them pills [Verse 2] We are so broke, I'm on the move (Yeah) Money don't sit in one place if you grooving Invested in music, my time and my dead men Get out my bed then I work They always takin' my money, it hurt Put that on my shirt, might end up like Kurt No Ernie and Burt 'cause I'm solo, I can't be inert (Na-na) Vehicle roll in the fire, it burst (Pa-pa) I'm fully immersed, I feel like the first Please come with me, come and be free I just like runnin', it's fun to the beat I just like runnin', it's fun for my feet You want some fun? Put your tongue on my sheet (Let it eat, pa-pa) [Verse 3] Chopper, the chopper that fix Counting the bricks, hitting a million licks I hope the bullet, it sticks I hope the bullet, it bounce into your ounce Look at your weed on the floor Watching it pour, I be smoking it though I hit the button then go I'm never frontin' the hoe, give me the dough Light my wick-wick-wick with a bic-bic-bic, burnin' in her sticky shit Morty and Rick-Rick-Rick, ain't it nifty? Shit, hit a lick-lick-lick right quick I'm gonna break that bit, I'ma break that bit, slick with that big digit I'ma hit it quick-quick-quick, gotta find that fit I don't wanna give that bit that shit again [Outro] Oo-ooh, I don't wanna give that bit that shit again Ooh, ooh, ooh, eh, eh (Yeah, ha-ha)