Runnin'

Runnin' from the plug (from the plug, man)
'Cause he switchin' up
Never fuckin' widda pussy fuckin' scrub (no fam., no)
Just who I trust

Ay, I got plugs that'd serve ya for a plane ticket, ooh
I got hoes that I left because they lane switchin', true
I got moves like jagger when I'm sippin' on the Jäger
I'm in the booth goin' stup' block bangin' it

Chain janglin' aimin' in on anyone who playin' 'em
Buggin' while I'm juggin' then you know we out sprayin' 'em
Sippin' on the yak, Louis V pack
Heard his bitch a freak so I'm stranglin'

Bitch, you know I keep the blow low, low
Like I'm Pablo, I been savin' for the OVO (OVO)
Runnin' with ma woes
Runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin' from the plug (gotta go finesse)
'Cause he switchin' up
Never fuckin' widda pussy fuckin' scrub (never see me fuckin' wit' you)
Just who I trust (yea, yea)

Yea, I got no broke bros that I clique with
I jot hoe, hoe, hoes on ma wishlist
I sniff blow white snow like it's Christmas, bitch
Fuck the po-po though and who snitch shit
That's some bitch shit

Catch a fade no cap step back
I been runnin' with the
Gang at the trap flip packs
I been summin' up ma change into stacks
Check that, that's facts
Look it up and tell it back now

Feds all up in the background (yeah)
Fuck with me and you get bat down
Know my people got my back now (fact)
But I feel like I gotta strap rounds deep

Block back with the heat
Bullet cappin' all week
Modern warfare in the streets
Kids dead up on repeat
Xannies for the cheap, so I cop 'em
Need xannies just to sleep, so I pop ten



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Writer(s): Jean-marc Villon
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