Runnin Lyrics

Runnin' to the racks, you know I'm runnin' to the bag

Ain't believe me when I said that I would find my success

Lil boy don't act friendly, you already lost my respect

If you don't like me, that's fine, I wasn't expecting nothing less

And I'm always grinding, never got no time to rest

I ain't never stopping 'til I'm considered one of the best

If you claim that you a opp, you get shot up, that's what you get

What's the point in shooting if you know he already dead

Pull up in a Lambo, know it's pedal to the floor

Put a hollow in ya head, turn you to a Cheerio

I just popped out for a show, no you can't get in it hoe

Boy don't make me up the pole and end it on the wrong note

Get up out my trap house, y'all just wanna act now

If you wasn't here last year, just get out now

All my bills come in black and white like I'm a cash cow

Hoes ain't want me last year, they attracted to the stacks now

Y'all done made me mad now, I'm all in my bag now

Y'all won't understand now, pull up and I cash out

Looking for no hand-out, she know how to act now

Finna blow her back out, right until she pass out

You know that my flow is immaculate, (No cap)

Say you pull up, but you won't drop the addy, (Aye)

No calming the flame, you know that we keep it lit

Not in a gang, but I could still hit a lick

Hop in the 'Rari and there ain't no key in it, (It's lit)

Said he want smoke, but he really don't mean that shit

After the fact, it's gon' be R.I.P. to him, (No cap)

Killin' this beat, cook it up and I'm eatin' it

Aye, I be spittin' bars on bars on bars, (No cap)

Started from the bottom, now I got cars on cars on cars, (It's lit)

But I only like the one that got the roof with all the stars

I remember how I used to struggle, now I'm livin' large

Pop out for a show and then go coolin' with the crowd, (Yeah)

Rockin' with the gang, you could catch us rollin' loud

Why so loud? Shh shh, bitch be quiet, don't make a sound

It's some people who see the money and then finally come around

Only held me down when you wanted me to drown

Now I'm floating cuz I made myself a name out the ground

I done made it out the mud, put some bands in my account

I don't keep track of the bills, I just count it by the pound

Runnin' to the racks, you know I'm runnin' to the bag

Ain't believe me when I said that I would find my success

Lil boy don't act friendly, you already lost my respect

If you don't like me, that's fine, I wasn't expecting nothing less

And I'm always grinding, never got no time to rest

I ain't never stopping 'til I'm considered one of the best

If you claim that you a opp, you get shot up, that's what you get

What's the point in shooting if you know he already dead