Runnin

They're runnin', they're runnin', they're runnin', they're runnin' again

Hm, we're gunnin', we're gunnin', we're gunnin', we're gunnin' for them

Hm, they're runnin', they're runnin', they're runnin', they're runnin' again

Hm, we're gunnin', we're gunnin', we're gunnin', we're gunnin' for them

Nah, this ain't a diss (no)

But you rappers are takin' a piss (piss)

Now, I'm aimin', I ain't gonna miss

Yeah, you know how I handle my biz' (I handle)

Ba finally got him a cheque (huh)

Now he's all on that gossipy shit (coward)

Like he ain't been livin' his whole life beggin' for food like he's Oliver Twist

In that yellow Lamb', that's a polony whip (whip)

Fredo, the boss of the strip (boss)

Yeah, he said my name out in public

So I told my savage, "It's gotta be quick"

If I keep up the pressure, they'll probably snitch

I got the drop on your crib (shh)

Niggas be acting like gangstas

But, no, that's not what it is (no)

If Marlow think he gettin' robbed every other week, he'll probably be lit

I guess we won't know 'cause that donny's a victim

Big Freddie, I'm back on my shit (back)

Not too long 'til I'm back on my strip (strip)

Little bro got a MAC in the whip

Think they hate 'cause there's racks on my wrists

And I open up chicks like the packets of crisps

Whoa (whoa, whoa)

Fistar's home, but he ain't tryna go and get back for his niggas

Too busy showing off his back with the ribs

Damn, I know that Max would be pissed (pissed)

I'm maxing my jibs, niggas maxing their dibs

I feel actually tricked, niggas actin' like Crips (huh?)

When deep down

They got a passion for jumpin' on crocodiles' backs in the sticks (what the fuck?)

Kinda gangsta is this? Niggas nerdy and certainly rookies

Are you gangstas or personal bookies? (Bookies)

Caught, and we turned him to cookies (cookies)

Now the broskis are burnin' their hoodies and phonin' for goodies

You know how it goes (you know how it goes)

But I heard you ain't playin' your role (role)

So, no, maybe you don't (don't)

Oh (oh, oh, oh), okay, she was talkin' like she'll manage the dick

Put her on her back, went in real deep, legs shakin' like she's havin' a fit

Heard that they both got a show, so I pattern that quick (quick)

Boy, don't be lackin' for chicks

If I had a pound for every time I put my- on the six, I'd be actually rich (I am though)

They're runnin', and runnin', and runnin', I'm talkin' 'bout Clavish's clique (clique)

All they wanted was Maccie and chips (chips)

Ended up in the back with the dips

And my baddie don't have any tits

But makes up for this with her back and her hips (she does)

Still offin' a whole load of cargo

Just gave three hundred racks to Ricardo (I did it)

We're drinkin' tonight, told her, "I ain't even drivin', let's book the Viano" (book it)

She told me I'm lookin' so gangster and grown when I rock that Loro Piana

My youngin just got him a Cuban

Didn't buy it, he stole it from Marlow

Just sent a lil' youngin to O, but he can't even go to Chicago (no)

Hm, they're runnin', they're runnin', they're runnin', they're runnin' again (again)

Hm, we're gunnin', we're gunnin', we're gunnin', we're gunnin' for them (for them)

Hm, they're runnin', they're runnin', they're runnin', they're runnin' again (again)

Hm, we're gunnin', we're gunnin', we're gunnin', we're gunnin' for them (for them)