Running Back (feat. LulAdam & Young Mar)

He talking bout sliding end up in a hearse
Sliding on me boy that be the worst
I'm taxing these niggas 220 a verse
He said he rob but its none of that
Really in the field like a running back
Walk down shit like a punt we going run it back
If I get him you know he aint wanting that

I'm spinning his bin in a 5.0
Ghost Glock on me you know I'm going blow
I ride for my brother I'm staying 10 toes
Get to the green boy what do you know
Hand in the pot got to whip it real slow
And bro got the tina I got the dough
Never question my brother I know he going blow
You aint getting your shit looking slow
Aint loving these bitches they coming and go
Robbing these niggas that been the plan
He aint the plug he the middle man
Nah we aint beefing he been a fan
Beam on the Glock and we give him tan
Slide with that Draco you know that hesitant
Got hit in his chest so he turned to a reverend
I got a pole bro got a pole
That's 2 poles so you know we going fishing
Slide on a opp block niggas be dipping
I'm upping this 40 I shoot with precision
Bitch ass nigga got hit in his kidney
Spin 3 times like a merry go round
I'm a type nigga to blow that boy down
He was my dawg but he change some how
Can't fuck with the niggas that do it for clout
Lul Adam he geeking to spank that Glock
He heard he got bags we kick in his spot
Heart cold but solid like a rock
I going aim at his head I wont miss that boy top
Got to run up that bag I'm addicted to money
I'm going drag on these niggas like a bmore dummy
I'm rocking designer she calling me honey
I clicked at that boy I earn me a 100
Me and diggo he driving he hoping I crush him
I caught that boy lacking caught more then a dozen
Uh
Fishing they strip yea I'm trying get it in
Bitch ass niggas don't want me to win
Caught me some charges took It on the chin
Lawyer beat the case same day got it in
Uh yea I'm trying slide on his birthday
Get him gone nigga the worst way
Slide on the trail drop shots on a Thursday
Fuck up the play get it right back the next day
Bitch ass niggas be telling they hot
Bring in the money I fucked up the spot
Goofy ass bitches be geeking a lot
Take down move came in like the swat
I'm in the trenches my pants got a knot
Heard he got money we take what he got
Up fat shit shit only need one shot
Back door move put his face in the rocks
If he reach in the dip on god he popped
My brother with me setting up shop
Spin one time shawdy gave up the drop
Pockets on boney how you on top
Big Glock know I got one In the top
You a type nigga to miss with that Glock
We slide threw we get them popped
We got the gas what you need come shop
I'm throwing up threes till they free out lil Quan
Free my uncle yea they aint give him bond
Flipping whips niggas know what we on



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Writer(s): Ishyne Pratt
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