Brezden Store Runner Lyrics

[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 motherf*cker, I ain't finna hold the door
Disrespectful motherf*cker, 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 motherf*cker, I ain't finna hold the door
Disrespectful motherf*cker, 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 motherf*cker, 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 p*ssy, 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 motherf*cker, I ain't finna hold the door
Disrespectful motherf*cker, 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