Runnin'

[Verse 1] I was born ready I'm working your man up in that circuit Bitch I planned to look that perfect Cheap little brand, but a bitch that certain Clip that Ganja, split that curtain He wanna slam, wanna whip that serpent He wanna wam, wanna get it in, wanna get it up Wanna split it and, wanna lick it up But your nigga been listening to roughs Now your niggas on the internet enough So he think he know the Dickens and the -what Damn motherfucker you be sniffing 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 did up in the bun Let it drop for ya nigga when he get up in the front I can spot which niggas got the get up and the funds 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 [Chorus] 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 [Repeat] [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus]