Got 'Em Runnin' ft. Breesy Lyrics

Why he running?

Running from bro that shit ain't gonna do nothing

Stop the bluffing

You be capping, you ain't in the field, you ain't be dumping

I be stunting

Twenty one shots in the clip, bro shoot like Duncan

You be fronting

Hole in ya chest, bro make you run on Dunkin'

You not a starter, get picked in the 5th round

All my linebackers, they finna blitz now

If you ain't gang, then the bitch getting kicked out

This ain't no movie, my bro bring them clips out

Big twenty one, I'm a savage

Jay throw bullets like Madden

Me and Libra smoke a blunt in traffic

So if you want smoke, run up, you can have it

Bro lift him up, hit him up, do a backflip

Shoutout my girl, she the baddest

Spin through, put him in a casket

Smokin' on Wooski, this shit got me spazzing

Yeah, that shit got me spazzing

Spread her legs out like elastic

Split on the dick, yea she doing gymnastics

Bro up it in public, give you wings no dragon

Yea I'm geeking, I don't need no pill

She getting wet just like a seal

Like Neisan I got your girl taken, I know that you mad, don't give a fuck how you feel

My numbers ain't fake, they is real

Run up, you get beat with the steel

And I really expose all the gangstas that type on computers, you ain't in the field

Spin back, carry heat like a cheat code

We hit the dash on the scene you see meatloaf

Dap me, boy you not my amigo

Off of the migos she puke on the sheets tho

Wide awake on the phone eat me a fig bar

We in the bed make a movie no Pixar

Light em up now he seeing the sixth star

Off the Hannah seen him popping them big bars

Flexing his whip boy that shit is a kids car

I'm at the party we locked eyes

Now she sucking the dick gave her lock jaw

Hit the ground to the floor on her damn paws

Rock a show are you hearing the applauds?

King of my city soon we'll be the damn talk

In the club don't get ID 'd at the damn bar

Only one homie I know from the sand bar

She turn around snapping pics of her bank cards

Fresh ass fit boy I feel like a rockstar

Burning down za man I feel like a Rasta

Copping a bag boy how much did it cost ya

Pussy bleeding like he menstruating

I don't give a fuck I'll have his mama praying

Give a fuck about it don't hear what you saying

Rolling gas in the whip or a skunk that spraying

Hit her once, turn around you playing

Pockets diabetic asking how they weigh in

Onomatopoeia what the coochie saying

Had to cut her off cuz she was misbehaving