Runnin'
A Man these boys always running man every time every time
I see him man he always running
Dont know why they always running man store, everywhere, running, always running
Lame ah boy, that boy lame that boy lame, why he always running, we gonna find out
Running running why the fuck he always running
Why the fuck he always running, that boy a pussy he scared of something
Running running why the fuck he always running
Why the fuck he always running, that boy a pussy he scared of something
Running running why the fuck he always running
Why the fuck he always running, that boy a pussy he scared of something
Running running why the fuck he always running
Why the fuck he always running, that boy a pussy he scared of something
God on my side never gone fold, tell the truth i can see through your soul
Down bad made me big and bold, street shit turn these niggas to hoes
Laughing at me you get exposed, police on me so i just did the race
Hoe ass nigga better stay in ya place, real men tryna meet face to face
Beating the case i feel like tay k, if it aint good then stay out my way
Momma was down coulnt get paid, now im outside hop out the raif
We in good terms dont mean you safe, you mess with the fam im spraying like mace
Streets aint a game im running a race, catching bodies while im cracking the case
Ice to sharp like im breaking a vace, get to the guap but get to the cheese
Shawty text but her friend on her knees, getting hot its a hunnid degrees
Im in the club and my ice on freeze, they hating on me dont want me to win
Devil looking at me with some sin, i was in trouble had god on my side
Running running why the fuck he always running
Why the fuck he always running, that boy a pussy he scared of something
Running running why the fuck he always running
Why the fuck he always running, that boy a pussy he scared of something
Running running why the fuck he always running
Why the fuck he always running, that boy a pussy he scared of something
Running running why the fuck he always running
Why the fuck he always running, that boy a pussy he scared of something
Stop shooting man you got the fist, diamonds to cold all on my wrist
Taking shots swear to god I wont miss, bump at a guy bet he gone flinch
I spit fire put you on a lisp, i dont need to trap im already rich
That boy a rap i know he gone snitch, that boy a rat i know he gone snitch
I see him man he always running
Dont know why they always running man store, everywhere, running, always running
Lame ah boy, that boy lame that boy lame, why he always running, we gonna find out
Running running why the fuck he always running
Why the fuck he always running, that boy a pussy he scared of something
Running running why the fuck he always running
Why the fuck he always running, that boy a pussy he scared of something
Running running why the fuck he always running
Why the fuck he always running, that boy a pussy he scared of something
Running running why the fuck he always running
Why the fuck he always running, that boy a pussy he scared of something
God on my side never gone fold, tell the truth i can see through your soul
Down bad made me big and bold, street shit turn these niggas to hoes
Laughing at me you get exposed, police on me so i just did the race
Hoe ass nigga better stay in ya place, real men tryna meet face to face
Beating the case i feel like tay k, if it aint good then stay out my way
Momma was down coulnt get paid, now im outside hop out the raif
We in good terms dont mean you safe, you mess with the fam im spraying like mace
Streets aint a game im running a race, catching bodies while im cracking the case
Ice to sharp like im breaking a vace, get to the guap but get to the cheese
Shawty text but her friend on her knees, getting hot its a hunnid degrees
Im in the club and my ice on freeze, they hating on me dont want me to win
Devil looking at me with some sin, i was in trouble had god on my side
Running running why the fuck he always running
Why the fuck he always running, that boy a pussy he scared of something
Running running why the fuck he always running
Why the fuck he always running, that boy a pussy he scared of something
Running running why the fuck he always running
Why the fuck he always running, that boy a pussy he scared of something
Running running why the fuck he always running
Why the fuck he always running, that boy a pussy he scared of something
Stop shooting man you got the fist, diamonds to cold all on my wrist
Taking shots swear to god I wont miss, bump at a guy bet he gone flinch
I spit fire put you on a lisp, i dont need to trap im already rich
That boy a rap i know he gone snitch, that boy a rat i know he gone snitch
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Writer(s): Maxime Broh
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