I
(Yeah, whatever- guess what)
(I let that group know I'm leaving and, uh, didn't get the reaction I really expected but I wasn't surprised either)
(Well, what'd they say?)
(They were like)
"Our old clothes would've fit if we just didn't move
Just somethin' to do," no, bitch, I got somethin' to prove
We're stumblin' through, ready or not we're comin' at you
Don't worry, you can drink piss and eat a dick in a few
Some options to choose, persuasive 'cause my dick's fuckin' huge
And look, it grew two more inches just for your sister too
They wishin' they knew, steady while they fuckin' the dudes
Tryna help 'em just to watch 'em all alone and confused, uh
(Runnin' runnin') bitch, I been runnin'
(Runnin') yeah, bitch, I been runnin'
(Runnin') 'bout a dozen bitches I been lovin'
Somebody tell Kristian that I fucked his cousin
(Runnin' runnin') bitch, I been runnin'
(Runnin') yeah, bitch, I been runnin'
(Runnin') Chuggin' rubbin' alcohol like, "Fuck my stomach"
I ain't a bitch, keep sendin' shit, bitch, I'm above it
(Loud, loud) cute and loud like a bombastic faggot
Touch so gross, I been playin' tag with maggots
Broke my phone, I'm just happy you can't track it
So owed though, want a podcast with Grabbitz
Stars so low, bad mental health chick magnet
No ozone, bitches come and go, just passin
Where go though? motherfuckers sayin' "Don't go"
You're the only assess I ain't grabbin' (Stars)
Ah
I'll do anything that you want me to, yeah
I'll do almost anything that you want me to, yeah
Y'all thought I wasn't comin' back
Fuckin' fags, while you're trippin' I'm just havin' me a laugh
So I'm runnin', runnin' 'til I'm stackin' or bummin'
Crackin' up lovin' that along with me you're tryna tag
But I can't go for that
Sorry that my rhymes cliche, but they had to have they time
May feel a little mean, try to see it from my eyes
There's a "me" in "team," but no "team" in "I," motherfucker
(Runnin' runnin') bitch, I been runnin'
(Runnin') yeah, bitch, I been runnin'
(Runnin') 'bout a dozen bitches I been lovin'
Somebody tell Kristian that I fucked his cousin
(That I fucked his cousin) bitch, I been runnin'
(Runnin') yeah, bitch, I been runnin'
(Runnin') Huddlin' with my boys and fuckin' tumblin'
Studyin' on the game 'til I've fuckin' won it (pitter patter)
Call me a fuck, is that your best, Bee? (best Bee?)
Shit, Blue's gone, better think about your next tweet
Last week, told you, "Please fucking test me"
How's it feel to know that your bitch is my bestie?
(Ha!)
(So... how's the running been?)
(I let that group know I'm leaving and, uh, didn't get the reaction I really expected but I wasn't surprised either)
(Well, what'd they say?)
(They were like)
"Our old clothes would've fit if we just didn't move
Just somethin' to do," no, bitch, I got somethin' to prove
We're stumblin' through, ready or not we're comin' at you
Don't worry, you can drink piss and eat a dick in a few
Some options to choose, persuasive 'cause my dick's fuckin' huge
And look, it grew two more inches just for your sister too
They wishin' they knew, steady while they fuckin' the dudes
Tryna help 'em just to watch 'em all alone and confused, uh
(Runnin' runnin') bitch, I been runnin'
(Runnin') yeah, bitch, I been runnin'
(Runnin') 'bout a dozen bitches I been lovin'
Somebody tell Kristian that I fucked his cousin
(Runnin' runnin') bitch, I been runnin'
(Runnin') yeah, bitch, I been runnin'
(Runnin') Chuggin' rubbin' alcohol like, "Fuck my stomach"
I ain't a bitch, keep sendin' shit, bitch, I'm above it
(Loud, loud) cute and loud like a bombastic faggot
Touch so gross, I been playin' tag with maggots
Broke my phone, I'm just happy you can't track it
So owed though, want a podcast with Grabbitz
Stars so low, bad mental health chick magnet
No ozone, bitches come and go, just passin
Where go though? motherfuckers sayin' "Don't go"
You're the only assess I ain't grabbin' (Stars)
Ah
I'll do anything that you want me to, yeah
I'll do almost anything that you want me to, yeah
Y'all thought I wasn't comin' back
Fuckin' fags, while you're trippin' I'm just havin' me a laugh
So I'm runnin', runnin' 'til I'm stackin' or bummin'
Crackin' up lovin' that along with me you're tryna tag
But I can't go for that
Sorry that my rhymes cliche, but they had to have they time
May feel a little mean, try to see it from my eyes
There's a "me" in "team," but no "team" in "I," motherfucker
(Runnin' runnin') bitch, I been runnin'
(Runnin') yeah, bitch, I been runnin'
(Runnin') 'bout a dozen bitches I been lovin'
Somebody tell Kristian that I fucked his cousin
(That I fucked his cousin) bitch, I been runnin'
(Runnin') yeah, bitch, I been runnin'
(Runnin') Huddlin' with my boys and fuckin' tumblin'
Studyin' on the game 'til I've fuckin' won it (pitter patter)
Call me a fuck, is that your best, Bee? (best Bee?)
Shit, Blue's gone, better think about your next tweet
Last week, told you, "Please fucking test me"
How's it feel to know that your bitch is my bestie?
(Ha!)
(So... how's the running been?)
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Writer(s): Sophie Curtis, Cameron Hollywood Nacson, Seb Mont Holdinghausen
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