Running Man (feat. Kill4Slime)

Running man running man
Almost got caught up with contraband
I see 'em leeching I'm on to that
Play wit us I'll make 'em blitz yo lil running back
Young Nigga stressing about cash but come wit the gang show them where the money at
Walo been stacking ain't no running now I turn your Bando to a hunted house
Real deal what you worried about
On the high speed we gonna burn 'em out
I got bros in the can for real, couple thousand I ain't sign a deal
Hit the bitch but I ain't know how to feel
Super passionate behind the wheel
Staying clean but my money get dirty
Couple shots now I'm feeling like curry
Dog food need that shit in a hurry
Like visine no my vision ain't burry
Nah for real I put the packs in the mail
Book 'em in then we paying a bail
My big brother had to slime out a celly
To many shot we done fuck up his belly
Get 'em in then we getting 'em then out
I can show different routes then a drought
Ain't tell them boys what I seen or done
Cause if they knew it they would lock me up
Don't got it ask me cause you know that I'm ready
I'm stacking numbers up to put in my celly
Nah for real I really trap out the Telly
I was there but I ain't neva gonna tell it
Big fire truck trying to park in the lot
I don't know him I just seen him a lot
We get them bands then we pushing 'em out
I got bros that don't play put that stick in your month

Yeah yeah yeah
I call up my shooters they be quick to run up in your house
I get money so what the fuck is a drought
My shooters go A1 I just gotta set the amount
Twin dracs we gonna pop em like keto
Set the drop got the money like peso
Without the money y'all be playing wit play dough
Spin the block I ain't talking tornado
Yeah yeah yeah
Keep it P just like a playa
Give me yo hoe imma slay her
Up Florida they call me a gatora
Fuck the taper imma cut em wit razors
On the drill you screaming for danger
Rick owens from the head to the toe
Gucci mask we gonna kick yo door
Slimey hands from wiping his nose
In the club we got more sticks than the poles
Got me brothas, what the fuck is a friend?
Oh we missed him we gonna spin him again
Talking again, again, again, and again
So many shots man you neva gonna win
Boy you capping you not what you rap on
Oh he cramping we just soak him wit tampons
He be acting boy you not what do you stand on
Get the gun you be always pump faking
Cops behind us it's time for the breaking
He don't want it so it's up for the taken
In a shootout he be over here shaking
Eyes close ain't no time for the aiming
Fuck school we was breaking the rules
You snake your mans you thought you was cool
Big steppa you can't fit in my shoes
Step to me you gonna need a step stool
You bucking up, you got something to prove
You want the money you gotta come and go it
I ran the block I should go run the senate
Business man my windows be tented

Windows is tinted
Fucking yo bitch in back of the Bentley
If we ain't feeling that boy we going to move him out the city
You that slime be strapped with them glocks, K's, and them drakes, Yeah
You can't get one on my gang because we move in silence
Yeah You want revenge go get you a alliance
You get no money you be getting allowance
Get the money I just it count it flip it
Ouu he capping we just knocked off his fitted
Fuck it we going to spray up the city
He a pussy go get him a kitty
Yeah look at yo bitch she smiling and grinning
Them Niggas mad because I always be winning
Pray to god because a nigga be sinning
Cant fuck wit hoes they be telling the business (yeah business)



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Writer(s): Isaiah Moore
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