Runnin' On Em ft. Trouble gzz Lyrics

You got me

Running on em

Running on em

To the bag

Yeah

I'm coming

For em

I'm coming

For em

Get to the sack

Around the corner stores

Liquor Stores

Look where we at

RFE

They don't want

This smoke

See the bag

You got me

Running on em

Running on em

To the bag

Yeah

I'm coming

For em

I'm coming

For em

Get to the sack

Around the corner stores

Liquor Stores

Look where we at

RFE

They don't want

This smoke

See the bag

Got the birdies

Flying in

I see they

Hating again

Gucci Prada

Fendy Loafers

Ten toes in

Tims

Ski mask under

The scully

Yea shake it

Gully

Reloading your extendo

Clip

Boom

My nigga

Not scary

Never worry

I keep my patience

I see you

Busters waiting

No relations

your not pertisaption

In this money

We making

RFE

We keep it

Shaking

Got them cakes

In the oven

Look how that

Bake be bubbling

Nothing but

Cheddar from it

Got me running on em

Got me running on em

Through these streets

I'm a beast

Please

Mr.Cho

See food cheese

Big dreams

Money team

RFE

That's Gully team

ABG you know

that's me

Tatted across a

Niggas sleve

Misunderstood

On a niggas chest

Yea I fucked

Your hoe to death

Big bags

Nothing less

I'm a slide

Girl

You trying to step

To the top

Love

Where the view best

In a hot tub

Be exclusive sex

I'm a boss girl

Did I prove it yet

I'm a boss girl

Did I prove it yet

You got me

Running on em

Running on em

To the bag

Yeah

I'm coming

For em

I'm coming

For em

Get to the sack

Around the corner stores

Liquor Stores

Look where we at

RFE

They don't want

This smoke

See the bag

You got me

Running on em

Running on em

To the bag

Yeah

I'm coming

For em

I'm coming

For em

Get to the sack

Around the corner stores

Liquor Stores

Look where we at

RFE

They don't want

This smoke

See the bag

See the bag

Yea

Designer fit on my ass

Yea

I gotta grind

All the time

To chase that cash

Yea

I can't slow down

Fuck up the town

Till my last year

Since I came home

I'm moving alone

I'm really out here

But I do got

The money on my mind

If its something

I put money on mine

Stay ahead

I'm not falling behind

Bitches all be falling

In line

Got em in check

Put some respect on

RFE

ABG be the set

We don't work free

Without my label

Where would I be

I dop my I's

And cross my T's

Stay on my Q's

And P's

Bless a nigga

When I sneeze

Young so cold

Your gonna freeze

Beat the game to

His knees

Staying fresh till

To the T's

Watts throwing

B's and G's

I'm on a whole

Nother degree

When I write

That's when I eat

I'm on my grind

So I don't sleep

All your music up

Shit creek

All my music straight heat

This my gang

So now you six feet

Putting in pain

What I'm gonna eat

Vision cloudy but I

Still see

You can hide but

Niggas gonna seek

You got me

Running on em

Running on em

To the bag

Yeah

I'm coming

For em

I'm coming

For em

Get to the sack

Around the corner stores

Liquor Stores

Look where we at

RFE

They don't want

This smoke

See the bag

You got me

Running on em

Running on em

To the bag

Yeah

I'm coming

For em

I'm coming

For em

Get to the sack

Around the corner stores

Liquor Stores

Look where we at

RFE

They don't want

This smoke

See the bag

RFE they don't

Want no smoke