Store Run lyrics

[Intro: GMan]
I wanna fly, can you take me far away? (Yeah)
Give me a star to reach for (Brave)
Tell me what it takes
And I'll go so high, I'll go so high
My feet won't touch the ground (I feel you)
Just stitch my wings and pull the strings
I bought these dreams that all fall down (Uh, uh)

[Chorus: GMan & Li Rye]
They guys cappin', we in the [?] like it's his first time ever come around
Jigga caught one lackin' and you with him so he just gunned 'em down (He just gunned 'em down)
First [?], when I know it's real (When I know it's real)
Never trust a n*gga or a b*tch, damn, you should've had your steel (Boom)
Damn, you f*cked me up up in the head
Couple months before they found [?] dead but I ain't scared
That's why I keep that glizzy everywhere I go, no, I'm not for sale
Can't let 'em put no tag up on this toe, no, I'ma blow (Go Li Rye)

[Verse 1: Li Rye]
They know I'ma blow (Yeah)
Catch 'em lackin', I'm uppin' the score (Boom)
Turn a freeform to a 'fro
He act like a b*tch so I f*cked on his ho
Give me a pint, take a sip 'fore I pour it up (Pour it up)
I'm straight out the South so I throw it up (Throw it up)
On these Roxy's, this sh*t got me throwin' up (Ahh, huh)
Corey got locked up in Cali', I'm missin' my dog, I'm just prayin' that he make it home
I go spend a check in the mall, ain't never had sh*t, in the store, I go put it on
Love all my n*ggas to death, if you need me, just call, you know that I can put you on (Come on)
My mama still call me a baby, know I got a body, she know that I've been livin' wrong (Bah)
[?] since I was seventeen, locked in with the plugs, you know I got my name from this (My name)
Quick to up, my sh*t a public, I killed 'em on camera, can't let 'em play me like a b*tch (Stupid)
Straight out of 'Bama like Stabler, all I know is win, drop a bag and I'm sendin' a blitz (Bah)
Watch your mouth or you get hit in your sh*t (b*tch)
Hoes say I ain't never had to hit a lick
Ayy, they know that I got it (Yeah)
Go to Houston, flew in with a rocket (Yeah)
One in the head and I don't gotta c*ck it
Like a freaky b*tch ready to pop it (b*tch)
Like a freaky b*tch ready to pop it (Ready to pop it)
Gotta spend, the b*tch, she call me papi
Gotta spend, the b*tch, she call me papi
Money the motive, I'll get it by any means (Ayy)
f*ck a n*gga, wish death on my enemy (Boom)
Shoot a n*gga, don't care if he killin' me (Boom)
All these diamonds, they comin' from Tiffany
Spent a bag on some Balmains
I had to run that sh*t in some Robin jeans (Some Robin jeans)
I keep [?]
[?] speakin' that guapanase
I'm on these yellow Percocets, we call 'em chinese (Chinese)
I just f*cked on two twins, you know they were siamese (Siamese)
All my brothers, I keep 'em behind me (Behind me)
f*ck the opps, all them n*ggas keep dyin' (b*tches)
We the reason they mama keep cryin'
Stupid
[Interlude: GMan]
I wanna fly, can you take me far away?
Give me a star to reach for
Tell me what it takes
And I'll go so high, I'll go so high
My feet won't touch the ground
Just stitch my wings and pull the strings
I bought these dreams that all fall down (Hmm)

[Chorus: GMan]
They guys cappin', we in the [?] like it's his first time ever come around
Jigga caught one lackin' and you with him so he just gunned 'em down
First [?], when I know it's real
Never trust a n*gga or a b*tch, damn, you should've had your steel
Damn, you f*cked me up up in the head (On God)
Couple months before they found [?] dead but I ain't scared
That's why I keep that glizzy everywhere I go, no, I'm not for sale
Can't let 'em put no tag up on this toe, no, I'ma blow

[Verse 2: GMan]
Free lil' Sosa, he need that nasal spray 'cause he gon' wipe his nose
[?] walkin' everybody down, that's if they crack a four
Couple opps died 'cause they ain't have that glizzy in the store
Smoked so many n*ggas out the game but I'ma pick a nose
Walk him down, then take his tongue [?]
Free my young n*ggas that doin' time, jocin' off the road
Goin' tit-for-tat, not rack for rack, the quick way to get blown
I've been fiendin' for a body, this sh*t itchin' on my soul (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro: GMan]
Nah, for real, man
Y'all n*ggas can't even do some [?], man
Y'all n*ggas ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t, n*gga
We on that South every day, man
Come spin back, n*gga
Black