Blaze Cobalt - San Junipero

They know I'm running the sack up
They know I'm breaking the pack down
All these bitches that act up
I got 'em going out sad now
You know I keep the bud on me
But they don't got nothing to match now
Back down, don't want these bitches to call me
Sorry, I need you throwing that ass down
They know I'm running the sack up
They know I'm breaking the pack down
All these bitches that act up
I got 'em going out sad now
You know I keep the bud on me
But they don't got nothing to match now
Back down, don't want these bitches to call me
Sorry, I need you throwing that ass down
Yea, she spoke, I heard it
I swear that she always be driving me nuts
She slide on the weekends I'm all in her guts
She know when she leaving I'm dragging my nuts
Yea, she chocked, I'm splurging
She gave me the box 'cuz I needed my lunch
I got her addicted from dicking her once
I know when I ghost her, lil shawty gon lunch
I'm running through pussy like Minute Maid
I got a type, but I'll never discriminate
Can't fuck with no internet hoes, they just imitate
But who i got next they could never anticipate
You cuffing bitches I know imma liberate
Ending my night with some top on a busy day
Tryna move silent but I gotta demonstrate
I spot a fake to erase, I eliminate
Yea, let me get it straight, imma get right down to it
I got hoes 'crost the coast, and they all get to it
I got money in these jeans, so they fit me kinda snug
You don't know me as I am, you remember who I was
Got em blowing rubber bands, cuz we really turning up
Need at least a hundred grams, and a big backwood
Niggas wanna throw the hands cuz they seeing what we doing
Yea we really living good, yea we really living good
But
They know I'm running the sack up
They know I'm breaking the pack down
All these bitches that act up
I got 'em going out sad now
You know I keep the bud on me
But they don't got nothing to match now
Back down, don't want these bitches to call me
Sorry, I need you throwing that ass down
They know I'm running the sack up
They know I'm breaking the pack down
All these bitches that act up
I got 'em going out sad now
You know I keep the bud on me
But they don't got nothing to match now
Back down, don't want these bitches to call me
Sorry, I need you throwing that ass down
They know I'm running the sack up
They know I'm breaking the bag down
All these bitches that act up
I got 'em going out sad now
You know I keep the bud on me
But they don't got nothing to match now
Back down, don't want these bitches to call me
Sorry, I need you throwing that ass down
They know I'm breaking that bag down
I got em going out sad now
They don't got nothing to match now
I need you throwing that ass down

Written by:
Aaron Williams

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