YK1K - Runnin' (with Woolah, Lil Turk, & JD) [Radio Edit]

Runnin’
Runnin’
Runnin’
I’m Runnin’
Runnin’
Runnin’
Runnin’
I’m Runnin’
I’m coming in like harpoon
Clean and crisp like a cartoon
She say she my honey bunny
Bugging me all Looney Toons
Trying to catch a sneak peak
A baby it’s coming soon
I’m ending all beings yeah
Oh yeah meet your doom
Open all the seals yeah
Oh yeah hear the boom
I’m in all the field yeah
Oh yeah finna Bloom
I’m in starship yeah
Light speed finna zoom
Money pouring in quick
Think I’m in a Typhoon
Cuz I'm
Runnin’
Runnin’
Runnin’
I’m Runnin’
Runnin’
I'm Runnin’
Runnin’
I’m Runnin’
Run like I’m Bo Jackson
We getting active
Run it like a track meet
I'm causing traction
Treat her like a egg shell
I get to cracking
Treat her like a suitcase
I send her packing
Packing
And I’m the hardest you done ever seen
The things I do you wouldn’t imagine in your wildest dream
I’m on some stupid shit
I think I live above the law
I been fighting demons
And I’m standing south paw
Yuh
I’m on my superstar shit
Drive an all black rover
And the windows got a tint
Yea I might be riding dirty
Like the water up in flint
Ballin' way above the rim
I’m above average
I’m finna take off like a jet
Cuz these other niggas plane
And the way I tote the pill
Make that shawty go insane
I’m a dawg up on the field
I tell the ref to move the chains
I’m just staying in my lane
Run into her end-zone
She call me player of the game
Runnin’
Runnin’
Runnin’
I’m Runnin’
Runnin’
I'm Runnin’
Runnin’
I’m Runnin’
Yea a nigga always on the run
Better step down cuz I’m not the one
No disrespect comin’ for ma neck
I drop the joints n then cash the checks
I pass one then I pass the next
If I run one then place bet
If you need me then email
Cuz I’m too fancy don’t like to text
Got a pocket watch but it ain’t for sale
Just to flex I ain’t like the rest
I took the test and I made it out
Best believe straight out the south
ATL that's zone five
No record we going live
Hit the field like do or die
Yea in the streets we juke n' jive
I know they tryna diss me
But they always miss me
Tryna get right with me
Money never slip me
I’m at the top won’t stop
Can’t stop
I’m always on the move
Yea I’m gunnin’ keep it a hundred
I'm runnin’
Runnin’
Runnin’
Runnin’
I’m Runnin’
Runnin’
I'm Runnin’
Runnin’
I’m Runnin’
I’m Runnin’
I’m Runnin’

Written by:
Jordan Anderson, Otis Thrasher, Tayjon Martin

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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