Running Man ft. Luh Walo & Kill4Slime Lyrics

Running man running man

Almost got caught up with contraband

I see 'em leeching I'm on to that

Play wit us I'll make 'em blitz yo lil running back

Young Nigga stressing about cash but come wit the gang show them where the money at

Walo been stacking ain't no running now I turn your Bando to a hunted house

Real deal what you worried about

On the high speed we gonna burn 'em out

I got bros in the can for real, couple thousand I ain't sign a deal

Hit the bitch but I ain't know how to feel

Super passionate behind the wheel

Staying clean but my money get dirty

Couple shots now I'm feeling like curry

Dog food need that shit in a hurry

Like visine no my vision ain't burry

Nah for real I put the packs in the mail

Book 'em in then we paying a bail

My big brother had to slime out a celly

To many shot we done fuck up his belly

Get 'em in then we getting 'em then out

I can show different routes then a drought

Ain't tell them boys what I seen or done

Cause if they knew it they would lock me up

Don't got it ask me cause you know that I'm ready

I'm stacking numbers up to put in my celly

Nah for real I really trap out the Telly

I was there but I ain't neva gonna tell it

Big fire truck trying to park in the lot

I don't know him I just seen him a lot

We get them bands then we pushing 'em out

I got bros that don't play put that stick in your month

Yeah yeah yeah

I call up my shooters they be quick to run up in your house

I get money so what the fuck is a drought

My shooters go A1 I just gotta set the amount

Twin dracs we gonna pop em like keto

Set the drop got the money like peso

Without the money y'all be playing wit play dough

Spin the block I ain't talking tornado

Yeah yeah yeah

Keep it P just like a playa

Give me yo hoe imma slay her

Up Florida they call me a gatora

Fuck the taper imma cut em wit razors

On the drill you screaming for danger

Rick owens from the head to the toe

Gucci mask we gonna kick yo door

Slimey hands from wiping his nose

In the club we got more sticks than the poles

Got me brothas, what the fuck is a friend?

Oh we missed him we gonna spin him again

Talking again, again, again, and again

So many shots man you neva gonna win

Boy you capping you not what you rap on

Oh he cramping we just soak him wit tampons

He be acting boy you not what do you stand on

Get the gun you be always pump faking

Cops behind us it's time for the breaking

He don't want it so it's up for the taken

In a shootout he be over here shaking

Eyes close ain't no time for the aiming

Fuck school we was breaking the rules

You snake your mans you thought you was cool

Big steppa you can't fit in my shoes

Step to me you gonna need a step stool

You bucking up, you got something to prove

You want the money you gotta come and go it

I ran the block I should go run the senate

Business man my windows be tented

Windows is tinted

Fucking yo bitch in back of the Bentley

If we ain't feeling that boy we going to move him out the city

You that slime be strapped with them glocks, K's, and them drakes, Yeah

You can't get one on my gang because we move in silence

Yeah You want revenge go get you a alliance

You get no money you be getting allowance

Get the money I just it count it flip it

Ouu he capping we just knocked off his fitted

Fuck it we going to spray up the city

He a pussy go get him a kitty

Yeah look at yo bitch she smiling and grinning

Them Niggas mad because I always be winning

Pray to god because a nigga be sinning

Cant fuck wit hoes they be telling the business (yeah business)