Runnin (feat. 5SB Silk)
Ooh, SAV killed it
What up Marco?
Come on
Only time you see me talking to a bitch is when Siri on
Don't compare me to your man, I got Amiri on
Let him reach for this big face and get buried on
Been had the team on my back like a carry on
Certain situation blue bills only
Can't you see this V on my back, bitch I been lonely
200 for the shirt, throw the Bape on me
She can talk all she want, bet the bitch don't know me
I'm back up on my shit again
They don't know if I'm in Cali or in Michigan
How much do you want to bet I'll see his bitch again
We set him up my brother walked in with that stick again
I know she want to fuck she see the chains on
Hollow tip, slide down his shit get him rained on
Boy you going to hell you swear to God that your ass on
Human torch, have little bro turn the flame on
Beat his little bitch down because the bag different
Her man ain't competition he a damn infant
Slide down drop shit but I stay tipping
33 out the window like we got Pippen
Step on shit I'm in the theater with my weapon
Pack loud we always catching interceptions
Take it personal your bitch she a damn blessing
He told me stop, I ain't even learn my damn lesson
I ain't learn my lesson but I learned how to run it up
Brodie got an olympic medal for a runner up
Talking like you special, you a ham boy you one of what?
Unc' got walkie talkies for them heads, like you wanted what?
Mister put that shit on better take you off
Got to thank Mom dukes because she made a boss
Up in Ruth's Chris hiding glocks in the table cloth
Cuddy in the kitchen whipping yayo 'til he make it soft
Real clothes fake shoes, boy that's not litty
This the Tommy got some power, finna drop 50
Hit 'em up until he ready to die that's a Pac biggie
It's not right but it's okay to swipe, but I'm not Whitney
AR will take his head off, now he
Was finna blow his house up but Brodie didn't let me
Try to put that way on me know because I'm getting Fetty
Nigga stare at me wrong then it's getting deadly
Catch him in that car we going to spark him out it
45 on me I don't walk without it
Widebody bitch you can't park around it
Said they want to hear the real so let's talk about it, nigga
What up Marco?
Come on
Only time you see me talking to a bitch is when Siri on
Don't compare me to your man, I got Amiri on
Let him reach for this big face and get buried on
Been had the team on my back like a carry on
Certain situation blue bills only
Can't you see this V on my back, bitch I been lonely
200 for the shirt, throw the Bape on me
She can talk all she want, bet the bitch don't know me
I'm back up on my shit again
They don't know if I'm in Cali or in Michigan
How much do you want to bet I'll see his bitch again
We set him up my brother walked in with that stick again
I know she want to fuck she see the chains on
Hollow tip, slide down his shit get him rained on
Boy you going to hell you swear to God that your ass on
Human torch, have little bro turn the flame on
Beat his little bitch down because the bag different
Her man ain't competition he a damn infant
Slide down drop shit but I stay tipping
33 out the window like we got Pippen
Step on shit I'm in the theater with my weapon
Pack loud we always catching interceptions
Take it personal your bitch she a damn blessing
He told me stop, I ain't even learn my damn lesson
I ain't learn my lesson but I learned how to run it up
Brodie got an olympic medal for a runner up
Talking like you special, you a ham boy you one of what?
Unc' got walkie talkies for them heads, like you wanted what?
Mister put that shit on better take you off
Got to thank Mom dukes because she made a boss
Up in Ruth's Chris hiding glocks in the table cloth
Cuddy in the kitchen whipping yayo 'til he make it soft
Real clothes fake shoes, boy that's not litty
This the Tommy got some power, finna drop 50
Hit 'em up until he ready to die that's a Pac biggie
It's not right but it's okay to swipe, but I'm not Whitney
AR will take his head off, now he
Was finna blow his house up but Brodie didn't let me
Try to put that way on me know because I'm getting Fetty
Nigga stare at me wrong then it's getting deadly
Catch him in that car we going to spark him out it
45 on me I don't walk without it
Widebody bitch you can't park around it
Said they want to hear the real so let's talk about it, nigga
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Writer(s): Mookie Dk
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