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Allstar Jr - Runnin Out Lyrics

[Intro]
(Welcome to Get A Bag Records)
(Okay, KMoney)
Plug say he goin' up right now
Who cares? I’m high as fuck right now
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck right now
This an eighter in my cup right now
Plug say he goin' up right now
Who cares? I’m high as fuck right now
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck right now
This an eighter in my cup right now (Let's get a bag)

[Verse 1]
Make a lil' five, go drop it in the set (Yeah)
'Fore I sat it in the pot, had to drop it in the 'Rex (Skrrt, skrrt)
Lil' lame nigga out here poppin' out his neck (Shut the fuck)
Already slapped fire, I’ma drop the nigga next (Bah, bah)
Dead white men, them my homeboys (Big bands)
I done got turnt in by my own boys (Niggas rats)
Eat dick, I don’t wanna hear no noise (Shut up, bitch)
Niggas poor and y'all hoes still go for it (Damn)
Lookin’ at my life from another nigga eyes, I'd hate it (Me too)
This some road money, nigga, I ain't even made it (This ain't shit)
My mans took off, had the nerve not to take me (Damn)
I was worried ’bout a ninety-pack and where I'm finna take it (Woo)
FaceTime me a hundred bands and a bitch (That's what you got?)
I flip the cam on a hundred grams and a stick (Look what I got)
Same plans, same goals, same family
Knee-deep in that water, but a nigga still manage (Get a bag)
[Chorus]
Twenty on my wrist, another hundred in the house
Thirty on my hip, another hundred on the couch
Hit a bitch from the back, stuffin' hundreds in her mouth
Niggas runnin' at the mouth, get this work, I'm runnin' out (Yeah)
Twenty on my wrist, another hundred in the house
Thirty on my hip, another hundred on the couch
Hit a bitch from the back, stuffin' hundreds in her mouth
Niggas runnin' at the mouth, get this work, I'm runnin' out, nigga (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Droppin' dirty for a year straight (I'm high as dog shit)
PO hip to the bag that I still shake (Yeah)
I watched niggas bust they ass to support bae (Damn)
Bitch be at every date but your court date (These hoes awful)
Ho, I got chips, I ain't trippin' if you dip (Fuck on)
Easy to let go when you never had a grip (I don't love you any more)
Damn, like I stepped in the water, goin' federal (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
We got slabs and good glass of the medicine (Big bands)
Ice drippin' off the face of the pres' (It's litty)
Damn sure get her in the whip if I'ma pay for head (I swear)
Niggas snitch like they can't take it to the grave
Freedom of speech, but niggas pay for what they say (Bah, bah)
Bitch do a nigga bold and I still like her (That's bae)
Low-key, this lil' bitch really just like me
They always told me that a real bitch priceless
I always asked them is a real bitch likely? (Get a bag)
[Chorus]
Twenty on my wrist, another hundred in the house
Thirty on my hip, another hundred on the couch
Hit a bitch from the back, stuffin' hundreds in her mouth
Niggas runnin' at the mouth, get this work, I'm runnin' out (Yeah)
Twenty on my wrist, another hundred in the house
Thirty on my hip, another hundred on the couch
Hit a bitch from the back, stuffin' hundreds in her mouth
Niggas runnin' at the mouth, get this work, I'm runnin' out, nigga (Yeah)

[Outro]
Plug say he goin' up right now
Who cares? I'm high as fuck right now
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck right now
This an eighter in my cup right now
Plug say he goin' up right now
Who cares? I'm high as fuck right now
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck right now
This an eighter in my cup right now
Plug say he goin' up right now
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck right now
Plug say he goin' up right now
Who cares? I'm high as fuck right now
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck right now
This an eighter in my cup right now (Let's get a bag)