Running Outta Breath Lyrics

Walk in the spot and I'm wearing Dior

And they know what I'm on and I'm toting this torch

And Nazzy with me he be throwing, I ain't gotta talk about it he a scorer

Bitches shaking ass, BNB a Frat, throwing all this cash bitch I'm in my bag

Toting Sally I could never lack

Throwing dummy all up in this pack

Push up on me Mula make a mess

You Know Jerry toting on that tech

I was 14 toting on that knocka

Had my momma thinking I was next

Couple of niggas got sent to the doctor

I remember toting on this ugh— like nigga don't be next

I be mad a nigga try and flex, like

I could call a leg

Call up Mani if I need a leg, like

Bitches they be fessed

I can't fuck with niggas they be feds like

And that's word to my dead I stood on everything that I done said like

Lotti in my chest like

Running out of breath

J.O. he with me you know that he clutching, like

But I ain't for nothing

Run up on me ima get to bussin

Two shots hit him now he in a coffin

I call brodi you know that he off 'em

And the opps calling up tryn' forfeit

Grab my glocky that's how I was raised

And for Diddy we putting in pain

R.I.P Yellow this shit ain't the same

I start clicking, shooting with a rage

Working on my aim

Ducking from the jakes

Tryn' beat a case

Bitches they be laced, thots on my body tryn' pour the Ace

Told the bitch to wait

Walk in the spot and I'm wearing Dior

And they know what I'm on and I'm toting this torch

And Nazzy with me he be throwing, I ain't gotta talk about it he a scorer

Bitches shaking ass, BNB a frat, throwing all this cash bitch I'm in my bag

Toting sally I could never lack

Throwing dummy all up in this pack