Runnin Man

(Flexin') ayy, ayy, woah, yeah Ayy, ayy, ayy, too many racks up in my jeans Man (FOREVEROLLING) Racks in my jeans I just came out the trap house (yeah) Flexing with like fifty on my Wrist in a blackout (yeah) Two tone Maybach I ain't even have to flip it (No) Pack came through the mail, hit the stove Then I whip it Got a whole lotta diamonds on my wrist (Baow) Thirty stick I got a whole lotta bullets in the blick (yeah) Ayy, ayy, look, we don't like to talk We clear the business if it's up there A hundred K a month I swear to God I ran 'em up there Ayy, pounds in the trash can HD do the dishes I done started pimpin' bitches You would think I came from Memphis (yeah) No semi-automatics We got switches on the glizzys Aim that switch up at your head and Put that switch all in your kidneys (yeah) Ayy, fucking up a bag Blew it all and ran it up again Posting on that 'Gram Then the feds started running in Hustling like the '80s ('80s) , my daddy was a gangster (Gangster) He told me he got shot That's when I went and copped a banger Throwed off Give a fuck about a nigga or a bitch Only thing a nigga love is His glizzy with a stick Aim game so official, when I hit I never miss nigga live by the code, never Rat or never snitch, nigga Rubber bands, stack another hundred grand I'm the running man (Running man) , I run it up and run again 'Nother fifty grand, two hundred Thousand not enough, i had a bigger plan (Bigger plan) Bitch, I'm the plug and the socket Fuck a middleman Gucci bag stuffed with racks I swear it's filled with bands (Bands) I took a break Came back and I'm still the man Yeah, bitch, got that chalk on me (Got that chalk on me) Drakey stuffed up in my pants Make me walk funny (Make me walk funny) Yeah, shoot a rapper in his shit Now he talk funny (Baow) Scary nigga, rob him out his deal Make him chart for me (Haha) The richest nigga in my city I got drank money (For real) Catch him lacking at his show and Take his chain from him Yeah, hundred thousand in my pocket Got the safe on me (Got the safe on me) You the type of nigga savin' hoes Put a cape on it (Put a cape on it) Got thirty shooters, thirty robbers I'm with HD (What it do?) Fuck the opps, shit on the floor They tryna make peace (Niggas pussy) Put Forgiatos on my Rover, yeah They eight feet hundred-round drum up in the Chopper tall as KD, bitch Rubber bands, stack another hundred grand I'm the running man (Running man) , I run it up and run again 'Nother fifty grand, two hundred Thousand not enough, i had a bigger plan (Bigger plan) Bitch, I'm the plug and the socket Fuck a middleman Gucci bag stuffed with racks I swear it's filled with bands (Bands) I took a break Came back and I'm still the man