Runnin' On Em (feat. Trouble gzz)

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You got me
Running on em
Running on em
To the bag
Yeah
I'm coming
For em
I'm coming
For em
Get to the sack
Around the corner stores
Liquor Stores
Look where we at
RFE
They don't want
This smoke
See the bag

You got me
Running on em
Running on em
To the bag
Yeah
I'm coming
For em
I'm coming
For em
Get to the sack
Around the corner stores
Liquor Stores
Look where we at
RFE
They don't want
This smoke
See the bag

Got the birdies
Flying in
I see they
Hating again
Gucci Prada
Fendy Loafers
Ten toes in
Tims
Ski mask under
The scully
Yea shake it
Gully
Reloading your extendo
Clip
Boom
My nigga
Not scary
Never worry
I keep my patience
I see you
Busters waiting
No relations
your not pertisaption
In this money
We making
RFE
We keep it
Shaking
Got them cakes
In the oven
Look how that
Bake be bubbling
Nothing but
Cheddar from it
Got me running on em
Got me running on em
Through these streets
I'm a beast
Please
Mr.Cho
See food cheese
Big dreams
Money team
RFE
That's Gully team
ABG you know
that's me
Tatted across a
Niggas sleve
Misunderstood
On a niggas chest
Yea I fucked
Your hoe to death
Big bags
Nothing less
I'm a slide
Girl
You trying to step
To the top
Love
Where the view best
In a hot tub
Be exclusive sex
I'm a boss girl
Did I prove it yet
I'm a boss girl
Did I prove it yet

You got me
Running on em
Running on em
To the bag
Yeah
I'm coming
For em
I'm coming
For em
Get to the sack
Around the corner stores
Liquor Stores
Look where we at
RFE
They don't want
This smoke
See the bag

You got me
Running on em
Running on em
To the bag
Yeah
I'm coming
For em
I'm coming
For em
Get to the sack
Around the corner stores
Liquor Stores
Look where we at
RFE
They don't want
This smoke
See the bag

See the bag
Yea
Designer fit on my ass
Yea
I gotta grind
All the time
To chase that cash
Yea
I can't slow down
F*ck up the town
Till my last year
Since I came home
I'm moving alone
I'm really out here
But I do got
The money on my mind
If its something
I put money on mine
Stay ahead
I'm not falling behind
Bitches all be falling
In line
Got em in check
Put some respect on
RFE
ABG be the set
We don't work free
Without my label
Where would I be
I dop my I's
And cross my T's
Stay on my Q's
And P's
Bless a nigga
When I sneeze
Young so cold
Your gonna freeze
Beat the game to
His knees
Staying fresh till
To the T's
Watts throwing
B's and G's
I'm on a whole
Nother degree
When I write
That's when I eat
I'm on my grind
So I don't sleep
All your music up
Shit creek
All my music straight heat
This my gang
So now you six feet
Putting in pain
What I'm gonna eat
Vision cloudy but I
Still see
You can hide but
Niggas gonna seek

You got me
Running on em
Running on em
To the bag
Yeah
I'm coming
For em
I'm coming
For em
Get to the sack
Around the corner stores
Liquor Stores
Look where we at
RFE
They don't want
This smoke
See the bag

You got me
Running on em
Running on em
To the bag
Yeah
I'm coming
For em
I'm coming
For em
Get to the sack
Around the corner stores
Liquor Stores
Look where we at
RFE
They don't want
This smoke
See the bag

RFE they don't
Want no smoke

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