Runnin

Hook I’m fucking with boss niggas, that keep a gun in they pants Never complaining ‘bout being broke, cause they just running they bands You full of flaw niggas, the runners they hold out they hands And got no money in the bank, but always on Instagram, flexing bands Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth Verse 1: Yung Miami All these niggas they be hoes cocaine, city girls could’ve been got ‘em Everyday they in my inbox, I’m a real bitch, I don’t screenshot ‘em Chanel on me when I roll up, boss bitches still, we don’t roll up Pussy good, every stroke, he like hold up He ain’t trying nothing, he like hold up Verse 2: JT I’m fucking with real niggas, that making them boss moves I kick that lil’ bitch in her mouth, now I got bloody shoes You a lil’ thot bitch, you fucking the whole crew My pussy got a new car smell, this shit brand new This pussy ain’t yours, don’t claim me Every nigga I fuck, they nameless If he tryna expose, he brainless My niggas don’t play, they aiming I love me a lowkey dude, send him pics he don’t need the nudes Real niggas gon’ pay they dues, if you a broke dude, I’ma cut you loose Hook I’m fucking with boss niggas, that keep a gun in they pants Never complaining ‘bout being broke, cause they just running they bands You full of flaw niggas, the runners they hold out they hands And got no money in the bank, but always on Instagram, flexing bands Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth Verse 3: Yung Miami I’m a city girl, you a pissy girl You a lazy bitch, I’ma busy girl Every other night I be doing shows While your nigga cheating on you, fucking hoes Couple thousand for my fucking clothes, another sister in my fucking roll I’m the same bitch, no matter who around Diamonds dancing, I’ma do the brown Thanks, you better go get her I bet you my pussy get wetter Retweeting late, I’m like shut up Every night he be fucking my gut up And if that nigga ever cut up, I’ma put this pussy on his brother And if that nigga ever cut up, I’ma put this pussy on his brother Verse 4: JT You know that nigga ain’t faithful, you see his ass when you able I curved that nigga, be grateful I cut him off, like your cable I’ma bad bitch, you can’t see me Bitch you stuck home, you can’t see me In a maybach, yeah free Meek But I don’t need a nigga to come save me Hook: JT I’m fucking with boss niggas, that keep a gun in they pants Never complaining ‘bout being broke, cause they just running they bands You full of flaw niggas, the runners they hold out they hands And got no money in the bank, but always on Instagram, flexing bands Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth Keep, running, and running, and running, and running your mouth Keep on thinking that your nigga faithful, I’ma cum in his mouth