RUNNING MAN ft. Dom Sheisty Lyrics

Racks in on a bad day

I get it that you feel a way

Better pray the bad away

You a rookie we see what yo stats say

No sensei

She wanna kick it like she Bruce Lee

Big blunts over here we catch you smokin on a loose j

In my cup I'm sippin liquor I cannot fuck with the lean

I want more than six figures

Fuck that bitch I'm steady pimpin

I could make bread appear like a wizard

I could make the bitches pull up to the scene they know that I'm a winner

I'm prayin to God though I'm a sinner

Jewlery bussin on my wrist and my neck it feel like its winter

Rolled so many woods that I thought I had a splinter

That bitch wanna fuck ian just fuck I'm goin swimmin

When I upped the blick that lil boy he done did the running man

Chillin with the opps we gon label you as one of them

Did it on my own I said fuck it I don't need a friend

I ran up my bag and then I went and did the money dance

Money dance money talk yeah we doin it all

Stayin ten toes you know we really standin tall

Up the choppa make him do the lean walk

Got so much racks up on me I cannot count it all

Big choppa on my hip I let the choppa blow

You already know you already know

Since we switched up now we winnin

We been doin this shit different

I'm like do you really hate me or you hate the way I'm livin in this bitch

If you ain't talkin cash then I don't give a fuck about that shit

My homie real cut throat he got a stick and he's runnin it right in your crib

I am the shit Mr. Hanky she callin be baby but nah ion got a bib

They love to hear all my songs and they screamin my name and I never had to drop a hit