Runnin'

I was born ready (Ha Ha)

I'm working your man up in that circuit

Bitch I plan to look that perfect

Cheap little brand with a bitch that's certain

Clique that gang and spit that curtain

He wanna slam, wanna whip that serpent

He wanna wham

Wanna get it in, wanna get it out

Wanna sweat it in, wanna lick it up

But your nigga been listening to broads

Sayin' niggas on the internet now

So we kick it with the tickets to the what

Damn motherfucker you can sniff it in the butt

You a fan little nigga you be living for the cunt

You be handful of scrilla while I'm jiggling the buns

I can stop moving still jiggling the buns

I can pop in the middle with a little bit of pun

I can drop for your nigga when he get up in the front

I can spot but you niggas gotta to get us in front

But I'm not these bitches with the dick up on their tongues

Not these bitches, all these niggas been among

So it's not with me when I with your nigga in the crumbs

And it's not me chilling with your nigga in the slums

So run run whenever-whenever I'm in the sun, uh

Ima sp-spend this niggas sp-spinach

I tell him to eat the couchie then hit this nigga for lyrics

He know that I got that juicy

That juicy booty, that fruity, that fruity tooti

That natural beauty

He rich; he poppin that bougie

I got that Glock and that uzi

That ch-ch-chop and the tuni

I hit your block with a goonie and put a dot on ya nugget

Split ya top and ya stomach

Hit ya pops and ya cousin

Miss the shot if he runnin'

And get as hot as he want it

You, you don't want

I know you, you don't wanna fuck with me

You on one, I'm on two

Bang or get banged on; you choose

These niggas runnin

These niggas runnin

They stay pumping that game

But these niggas frontin

All day up on this stage

These niggas like they something

Say this bitch is coming

Now these niggas runnin

Runnin, runnin

These niggas runnin

I'm in the creme Coupe seats

Color: gingerbread

You know I got that bitch covered like a ninja head

You say you bout to get buggin bout to spend your-bread

So you bout to get smothered with that infrared

Bet that strawberry banana f-fanna

Click never jam-a

I'm finna damage your armor and plan to blam at your grandma

These niggas toting they hammers

But really open punana's

I smell these niggas

They pussy they pussy they needa douche it

Don't let him up in the cushion unless he come with the right do's

If not, then bitch you better fuck you a white dude

If not, then bitch he better come with the right dick

If not, then bitch you probably know that he like dick

Fuck feeding these niggas

You bitches breeding these niggas?

I get the beats from these niggas

Then hit the streets with these niggas

Y'all tryna sleep with these niggas

I'm tryna eat with these niggas

I read these niggas the script and get sick of seeing these niggas now

You, you don't want

I know you, you don't wanna fuck with me

You on one, I'm on two

Bang or get banged on; you choose

These niggas runnin

These niggas runnin

They stay pumping that game

But these niggas frontin

All day up on this stage

These niggas like they something

Say this bitch is coming

Now these niggas runnin

Runnin, runnin

These niggas runnin