Runnin’ Out lyrics

[Intro]
You a- you- you n*ggas broke as a joke like
Eddie Murphy, im a real street n*gga, I be
Never'll be commercial

[Verse]
I used to be runnin' out of money
n*gga nowadays I ain't runnin' out of nothing
Lil baby attitude was funky
Everything change, she ain't fronting, she f*cking
Open up the pack its skunky
Twenty Eight grams cost a n*gga $500
When you see double cup I ain't stunting
Problem on my back like a motherf*cking monkey

Stretch so much dope, we ain't stressing nothing
You could make a half a brick if you stretch a hunnid
That n*gga think he tough, we'll press his button
Put the roof in the trunk with the press of a button
I'm really living life, I ain't flеxing, or nothing
I pull up late to work but I ain't never been a flunky
I rеally gotta thumb though the check to get horny
I don't even f*ck my wife I'm having sex to the money

That n*gga really broke as a joke, Eddie Murphy
I'm a real street n*gga, I could never go commercial
I'm a WavyGang baby, living life like a surfer
Rockin' Chrome Hearts shades when a n*gga feeling nerdy
He a real life nerd, he ain't never seen a birdie
n*gga stealing all my swag, going home and rehearsing it
I got real mob ties, get you kidnapped and murdered
I'll show your ass a bunch of brown squares like a Hershey
Word to my n*gga Rock, going Marni on Marni
And I'm hood rich like my n*gga King, I really got money on money
Young street n*gga never signed a deal, spend thousands on thousands on garments
Any n*gga ever sent a threat to me, better hurry up and say sorry
I wake up I'm drinking this drank like its coffee
I'm smoking that dank like I'm Damian Marley
We rob with them choppers like Davidson, Harley
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f*ck her so good she wanna stay 'til the morning
Throwing it at me, I ain't say that I want it
This b*tch just DM'ed me and told me I'm making her wet
And she somewhere way in Boston
I'm young and got fame, I'm considered a target
I rocked every show with some sh*t with a cartridge
We rocked every show and a n*gga ain't try
I left KOD and pulled off in a foreign

I find out you hating your b*tch on the market
You can keep being salty, Ima hit her regardless
I'm fly as E.T. I get high as a martian
I feel like police, n*ggas say that I'm bossy
Stealing my swag at least tell them who taught you
Old n*ggas hating, I'm slaying they daughter
Me and Tay B switching lanes in the 'Rari
Laughing cause we getting cake like our father