Brezden Store Runner (feat. Veeze)
[Intro: Brezden]
(Yo, Zwerega, you so icy)
Ayy (Turn that shit up, Meld)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Brezden]
I'ma get a AP and hold it up like Shedeur
Disrespectful motherfucker, I ain't finna hold the door
Disrespectful motherfucker, I ain't never did a chore
Said he wanna lock in, then get me from the store
He a store runner, the only way I'm going forward
Like a 4Runner
He can only hit the thots, he a whore hunter
He can only hit the rim, that's a short jumper
He blew it all, had a short summer
[Verse 1: Veeze]
My bitch got more money than your whole squad
He is not a demon, he just mad he blew his whole stash
You the type to argue with them niggas while y'all on live
I'm the type to send a bitch a text like "Let's go shoppin'"
It's me and twin pourin' fours like it's one line
I just sold some pills to kids, look like BabyTron
Word, I'm the highest in the room, I'm like Travis Scott
I'm a real 7 Mile, dog, I ain't Papa Doc
These hoes want me to themselves, man, they boxin' out
That bag better not be short a gram, we gon' tie you up
Boy made his first ten grand, yeah, let's clap it up
You could travel all around the world, they can't f..ck with us
[Chorus: Brezden]
I'ma get a AP and hold it up like Shedeur
Disrespectful motherfucker, I ain't finna hold the door
Disrespectful motherfucker, I ain't never did a chore
Said he wanna lock in, then get me from the store
He a store runner, the only way I'm going forward
Like a 4Runner
He can only hit the thots, he a whore hunter
He can only hit the rim, that's a short jumper
He blew it all, had a short summer
[Verse 2: Brezden]
Skinny motherfucker, buffs on but I got no muscle (Buffs on)
I get on the beat and talk shit, I'm like a drunk uncle
Rezzin' on the 'Gram, name buzzin' like my cut [?]
Diggin' in her deep, in her phone is the gut shovel (Ayy, come here)
In the quarantine, NBA 'cause her butt bubble
Need a quarantine, get away, got a sickness (Get away)
I can smell the fake, get away, got a sick scent (Get away)
Talkin' so much shit in the booth I need six mints (Talk shit)
Shit, I heard that you miss every shots you don't take (Swear to God)
Damn, how they still sleeping on me? When they gon' wake? (How the hell?)
Bitch, I ain't Aubrey Graham or Future, I ain't gon' wait (I ain't waitin')
You don't get no pussy, boy, quit watchin' Andrew Tate (Boy, stop)
Walk in class faded, teacher askin', "Why are you late?" (Why?)
Told her that I'm scared to drive the whip, I need some new plates
Huh, but I was really gettin' faded (What?)
I'ma get the AP and throw it up and they gon' hate it (Yeah, swear to God)
[Chorus: Brezden]
I'ma get a AP and hold it up like Shedeur
Disrespectful motherfucker, I ain't finna hold the door
Disrespectful motherfucker, I ain't never did a chore
Said he wanna lock in, then get me from the store
He a store runner, the only way I'm going forward
Like a 4Runner
He can only hit the thots, he a whore hunter
He can only hit the rim, that's a short jumper
He blew it all, had a short summer
