Running lyrics

by

Young Taylor


[Verse 1: HolyJay]
Drop top on the whip
Load up for the clip
You ain't bout sh*t
Hit a lick then dip
Holy built for this
Off the rip like rick
Kilo on the wrist
Hit moms like West
Broke n*ggas that flex
We ain't falling for that
Real diamonds on my neck
f*ck a wife thats next
Twins been did that
Holy been countin stacks
New b*tch ass fat
Hit quick like flash
Take a pic kodak
My blue hunnids stack fat
In the gym straight cash
These n*ggas diamonds dont dance
Holy finna be the man
Stand and do the holy dance
All my n*ggas getting money man
Holy gang yea we running it
[Hook: HolyJay]
Running we running
We running, running
We running we running
Running we running
We running
Holy gang b*tch yeah yeah we run it run it

[Verse 2: C-$TACKS]
Yeah running yeah running
Talk slick and we gunning
Let this beat keep on drumming
We gon get the party jumpin
We gon sh*t lit (Aye!)
Spanish barbie sucking di*k
(Aye)
And it might be yo b*tch
You broke
Im rich
In the gym its swish
f*ck yo b*tch then assist
Diamonds dancing like prince
Realest n*gga ever since
Way back in the day
Aye
Ain't nun else to say
Yeah
Can't f*ck with the fakes
Aye
Living life so great
Yeah
Living life so great
(Great)
On this beat I go ape
(Ape)
Super stacks need a cape
Old money you late
(Late)
Eating n*ggas full plate
Hit yo ahh with the K
Red dot where you lay
pus*y boy we dont play
Yuh
[Hook: HolyJay]
Running we running
We running, running
We running we running
Running we running
We running
Holy gang bih yeah yeah we run it run it
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