Running

You know imma be Running, Running, Running, Running
Running, Running, Running, Running
Through the hood like that
Shorty you know i be Running, Running, Running, Running
Running, Running, Running
From the hood like that
What chu mean by that
We gone do a drive by, if you really bout that
Swear to god you dont want my face on your wall like that
Imma ball like that, cause you know we be
Running, Running, Running, Running
Running, Running, Running, From 12 like that
Shorty you know we be Running, Running, Running, Running
Running, Running, Running, From 12 like that
What you mean by that
We gone drill 12 if you see em, OMG
We gone peel them back like that no homo put a pause on that
We gone be Running, Running, Running, Running
Running, Running, Running If you really mean that

We gone cop a new beam
We gone get a new spling
We gone splash a green bean
We gone fuck your bitch like that
New flu games on the way think im getting way too sick
OMG
I get the chills at night cause I be Running, Running, Running, Running
Running, Running, Through the hood like that
Up to no goody
You know imma fuck you bitch like that
Imma fuck her like that
I got flu games in the mail
Cause i be Running, Running, Running, Running
Running, Running, Running, Running
Imma be Running, Running, Running, Running
Running, Running, Running, Running, Running
I got to many Hunnids, Hunnids, Hunnids, Hunnids
Hunnids, Hunnids, Hunnids
Hundred bitchs on me, shout out honey got good deal on that
Imma peel back the skirt like that
Imma get the Flu game
You know i get real sick my money get too sick
Way too chilly



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Writer(s): Cyrus Norling
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