CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Runnin Man
(Flexin')
Ayy, ayy, woah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, too many racks up in my jeans, man
(FOREVEROLLING)
Racks in my jeans, I just came out the trap house (Yeah)
Flexing with like fifty on my wrist in a blackout (Yeah)
Two tone Maybach, I ain't even have to flip it (No)
Pack came through the mail, hit the stove, then I whip it
Got a whole lotta diamonds on my wrist (Baow)
Thirty stick, I got a whole lotta bullets in the blick (Yeah)
Ayy, ayy, look, we don't like to talk, we clear the business if it's up there
A hundred K a month, I swear to God I ran 'em up there
Ayy, pounds in the trash can, HD do the dishes
I done started pimpin' b*t*hes, you would think I came from Memphis (Yeah)
No semi-automatics, we got switches on the glizzys
Aim that switch up at your head and put that switch all in your kidneys (Yeah)
Ayy, f**king up a bag, blew it all and ran it up again
Posting on that 'Gram, then the feds started running in
Hustling like the '80s ('80s), my daddy was a gangster (Gangster)
He told me he got shot, that's when I went and copped a banger
Throwed off, give a f**k about a n***a or a b*t*h
Only thing a n***a love is his glizzy with a stick
Aim game so official, when I hit, I never miss
N***a live by the code, never rat or never snitch, n***a
Rubber bands, stack another hundred grand
I'm the running man (Running man), I run it up and run again
'Nother fifty grand, two hundred thousand not enough, I had a bigger plan (Bigger plan)
B*t*h, I'm the plug and the socket, f**k a middleman
Gucci bag stuffed with racks, I swear it's filled with bands (Bands)
I took a break, came back and I'm still the man
Yeah, b*t*h, got that chalk on me (Got that chalk on me)
Drakey stuffed up in my pants, make me walk funny (Make me walk funny)
Yeah, shoot a rapper in his sh*t, now he talk funny (Baow)
Scary n***a, rob him out his deal, make him chart for me (Haha)
The richest n***a in my city, I got drank money (For real)
Catch him lacking at his show and take his chain from him
Yeah, hundred thousand in my pocket, got the safe on me (Got the safe on me)
You the type of n***a savin' hoes, put a cape on it (Put a cape on it)
Got thirty shooters, thirty robbers, I'm with HD (What it do?)
F**k the opps, sh*t on the floor, they tryna make peace (N***as pu**y)
Put Forgiatos on my Rover, yeah, they eight feet
Hundred-round drum up in the chopper tall as KD, b*t*h
Rubber bands, stack another hundred grand
I'm the running man (Running man), I run it up and run again
'Nother fifty grand, two hundred thousand not enough, I had a bigger plan (Bigger plan)
B*t*h, I'm the plug and the socket, f**k a middleman
Gucci bag stuffed with racks, I swear it's filled with bands (Bands)
I took a break, came back and I'm still the man
Ayy, ayy, woah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, too many racks up in my jeans, man
(FOREVEROLLING)
Racks in my jeans, I just came out the trap house (Yeah)
Flexing with like fifty on my wrist in a blackout (Yeah)
Two tone Maybach, I ain't even have to flip it (No)
Pack came through the mail, hit the stove, then I whip it
Got a whole lotta diamonds on my wrist (Baow)
Thirty stick, I got a whole lotta bullets in the blick (Yeah)
Ayy, ayy, look, we don't like to talk, we clear the business if it's up there
A hundred K a month, I swear to God I ran 'em up there
Ayy, pounds in the trash can, HD do the dishes
I done started pimpin' b*t*hes, you would think I came from Memphis (Yeah)
No semi-automatics, we got switches on the glizzys
Aim that switch up at your head and put that switch all in your kidneys (Yeah)
Ayy, f**king up a bag, blew it all and ran it up again
Posting on that 'Gram, then the feds started running in
Hustling like the '80s ('80s), my daddy was a gangster (Gangster)
He told me he got shot, that's when I went and copped a banger
Throwed off, give a f**k about a n***a or a b*t*h
Only thing a n***a love is his glizzy with a stick
Aim game so official, when I hit, I never miss
N***a live by the code, never rat or never snitch, n***a
Rubber bands, stack another hundred grand
I'm the running man (Running man), I run it up and run again
'Nother fifty grand, two hundred thousand not enough, I had a bigger plan (Bigger plan)
B*t*h, I'm the plug and the socket, f**k a middleman
Gucci bag stuffed with racks, I swear it's filled with bands (Bands)
I took a break, came back and I'm still the man
Yeah, b*t*h, got that chalk on me (Got that chalk on me)
Drakey stuffed up in my pants, make me walk funny (Make me walk funny)
Yeah, shoot a rapper in his sh*t, now he talk funny (Baow)
Scary n***a, rob him out his deal, make him chart for me (Haha)
The richest n***a in my city, I got drank money (For real)
Catch him lacking at his show and take his chain from him
Yeah, hundred thousand in my pocket, got the safe on me (Got the safe on me)
You the type of n***a savin' hoes, put a cape on it (Put a cape on it)
Got thirty shooters, thirty robbers, I'm with HD (What it do?)
F**k the opps, sh*t on the floor, they tryna make peace (N***as pu**y)
Put Forgiatos on my Rover, yeah, they eight feet
Hundred-round drum up in the chopper tall as KD, b*t*h
Rubber bands, stack another hundred grand
I'm the running man (Running man), I run it up and run again
'Nother fifty grand, two hundred thousand not enough, I had a bigger plan (Bigger plan)
B*t*h, I'm the plug and the socket, f**k a middleman
Gucci bag stuffed with racks, I swear it's filled with bands (Bands)
I took a break, came back and I'm still the man
