runnin man Lyrics

I'm in the back makin' money, I feel like Usain, cause my boy finna run it, huh

Feel like I'm part of the track when I hop on the track, yeah my boy finna run em, off (hoodrich)

Gang in the back, they pull up with that choppa, you play with my name and we gun em, all

Don't know why he mad, I'm gettin' that cash, I grab me this bread then I'm runnin, off (hoodrich, hood-hoodrich)

Choppa gon' make em do runnin' man

All of this money, I got me a bunch of bands

Three hundred girls outside, got a bunch of fans

Glock in the back ate that boy like a Lunchable

Pull up with gang and your face lookin' punchable

Fundin' you, something I really don't want to do

Dude really mad, cause nobody be wantin' you

Chop finna spray and that dude face scrunchable

I'm finna crash, man, I'm feelin' like Bandicoot

Play with the gang and that glock really blam at you

I got that Glock and my boy finna spazz at you

Feel like The Rock in the ring, cause I'm slammin' you

Tryna come close, but my boy really bannin' you

Hate on the gang, ain't nobody be fans of you

You know she gon' eat me, that girl, she a cannibal

Glock finna blow, yeah, my boy really cannin' you

Blowin' that stuff, man, I feel like a cannonball

All of these racks, man, I ain't really be standin' tall

Feel like The Rock, all these racks, know I'm walkin' tall

Know that he scared, he a cat just like Talking Tom

Glock in the back, ate that boy just like chicken broth

Glock in the back, like Shawn Michaels, it's kickin' y'all

Sweet chin music, you feel it all in yo' jaw

Shoot up the gang, then we rollin' the windows up

Know he look mad, I don't care, I'm the winner dog

Chop eat that boy just for breakfast and dinner yah

My pockets fat, they ain't finna get thinner nah

Keep tryna hate, but my boy finna pick em off

Shootin' the clip, man, it feel like a movie

I'm out with the fam, they my guys, feel like Stewie

He keep tryna talk but that music, booty

That glock get em ate and it said that he chewy

I'm dealin' with money alot, you ain't countin' no guap, and you fakin', you really can't fool me

I slide with a Glock and I slide with a tooly

You know I'm up next, man, I'm feelin' like Doulie

Get hit with that tech and that dude really droolin'

Get hit in his neck and that dude really droppin'

Yo girl in the back and she really wan' drop it

I go to the lot and I got all these options

I copped me the Rolls cause I really like flockin, then copped me the Lamb' cause I really like flyin

I keep it a hundred, I never be lyin

Get cooked in that back and I'm really gon' fry him

Run to that paper like Usain Bolt

Got money and girls, I'ma just take both

That glock in the back and it's takin' your soul

I'm countin' this money until it get old

I'm in the back makin' money, I feel like Usain, cause my boy finna run it, huh

Feel like I'm part of the track when I hop on the track, yeah my boy finna run em, off

Gang in the back, they pull up with that choppa, you play with my name and we gun em, all

Don't know why he mad, I'm gettin' that cash, I grab me this bread then I'm runnin, off

Choppa gon' make em do runnin' man

Choppa gon-choppa gon make em do runnin' man