RunningMan lyrics

[Verse 1: ZOTiYAC]
Hello to the one you not f*cking with
Don't put out yo' hand I'm not trusting it
We was comin' up, they ain't f*ck with us
Now Crow Life the sh*t and they f*ck wit' it
My ex always told me I wasn't sh*t
Talking too much, I'm like, "Shut up, b*tch"
They don't know the clique, tell 'em suck a di*k
They don't know the clique, tell 'em suck a di*k
Pull out my Glock and I'm busting it
He tryna get down, so I'm upping it
It's beef I'ma see where your mother live
Or f*ck on your sister then drug the b*tch
I'm daddy, so f*ck who yo' father is
He wanted advice he got hollow tips
I give it a D like I'm Michigan
I did it once, I'll do that sh*t again

[Verse 2: ZOTiYAC]
b*tch, you not listening look I
Demaro my wrist when I cook
She suck on my di*k when she should
He f*ck with my clique if he could
Bust off a clip if I come out the hood
I'm Kakashi lil' b*tch make a n*gga reverse
Stomp on the dirt with that mud on my shirt
Put the blood in the (?) and get with a hearse
It hurt me the most that you n*ggas is pus*y
Forgot where I'm from n*gga, just read my hoodie
I say I'm gon snatch it, my bro said I shouldn't
But boy I could f*ck on yo' b*tch without looking
Throw some money on my bookings
You say you gon' fire, but n*gga you wouldn't
No n*gga you couldn't
A woulda, shoulda, coulda, n*gga I'm pushing
I'm running, I'm rushing, the heaters combustin'
I feel like a bust out confinement is nothing
They said I was spazzing, but really I wasn't
You ain't not heard half of the sh*t we be tucking
I'm toughing, I'm thugging, you b*tches keep bugging
Get shot in a pit if I see 'em mean mugging
f*ck what was you thinking, I'm thinking you wasn't
But after I blow out they brains, they think nothing
[Chorus: ZOTiYAC]
Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh
Running man, running man
Running man, running man
Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh
Running man, running man
Running man, running man

[Verse 2: Heist 187]
I popped that b*tch like a wheely
(?) bust a quickie
Flexing on 'Gram, n*ggas silly
I pull up with goons in a Bentley
These b*tches just suck for my dope
But she swear she not a ho
Diamonds rounder than a Fruit Loop
Dabbing like I hit the usual
No more (?) phantoms, this that panorama
This that, "Ooh you nasty"
Like my b*tches classy
Top the f*cking backseat
With the AK blasting
Got the 187 right on the punani
What you want me to say, we got crows in the cave
Pullin' yo' b*tch, just in a day
Hitting that lick, that boy was a stain
I know this pus*y boy, his name was Shane
[Verse 3: Heist187]
Shooting star, I ain't got no wishes, ayy
Ounces of purp, I need swishers, ayy
Blade in my hand, it claims issues, ayy
Don't want to run, I might diss you, ayy
Running around I got you chumped
Double-gauge 12, don't mean no pump
f*cking a star ain't with you, cuz
Get off the zone and mentions up
And with that gas it might fill you up
Deuces on me and that blade will touch
Running man, running man, running man
We just be coming for hunnids, man
We push on the block with the cameraman
Saved all the diamonds from Taliban
Saved all the diamonds from Taliban
Crow Life, we just gunning the government

[Chorus: ZOTiYAC]
Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh
Running man, running man
Running man, running man
Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh
Running man, running man
Running man, running man