Runnin’ Thangs

[Intro]
Yeah
Ay Sage what you on with this shit nigga?
You know this my type of shit
Look, look

[Hook]
I got a couple whips I know you see my chain
Got a lot of hoes look like that boy running thangs
I got plenty guns Call of Duty aim
I got shooters mane it look like that boy running thangs
I got plenty drugs, take away the pain
They go for 2 for 5 look like that boy running thangs
I got plenty bread I can buy yo name
I don’t got a stain look like that boy running thangs

[Verse 1]
Futuristic flow, fucking up the game
Know my style is different, y’all niggas sound the same
European car switching out of lanes
No matter what you got our shit just don’t sound same
I’m yo Pusha man, better yet yo weather man
Way I balled high school nigga I deserve a letterman
Speaking of lеtterman, put that G in front of mine
Put the O in front of that, OG gangsta Fish is back
Feeling likе a running back cause you gone have to run this back
I really be in the field yo ass on nadir track
This gangsta shit I started that or you can say I bought it back
Always in the game I told reek I need a starter cap
I be running shit, running like a muhfucker
It’s just me but when I hit it feel like 12 of us
It feel like hell coming, you know I’m gone nail something
I don’t give a fuck about shit long as my mail coming

[Hook]
I got a couple whips I know you see my chain
Got a lot of hoes look like that boy running thangs
I got plenty guns Call of Duty aim
I got shooters mane it look like that boy running thangs
I got plenty drugs, take away the pain
They go for 2 for 5 look like that boy running thangs
I got plenty bread I can buy yo name
I don’t got a stain look like that boy running thangs

[Verse 2]
European gun that shit go bow bow bow
Nigga say they rap like fish nigga tell me how
I’m respected in my city they should take a bow
God just made ah nigga different they can’t take my style
All this shit gas, play with me I’m on they ass
Money in my duffel bag, Michael Jack’ he think he bad
These bitches think they Billie Jean
This gangsta shit is in my genes
Look at the fit I wear supreme, I took a trip to Philippines
Shoutout Manny Pacquiaoi, but I think I’m may weather
It ain’t spring but I can’t wait for may weather
Do you get it? Uh, make it than I spend it
Baby got that ass I keep thinking I should hit it
I keep thinking I should hit it, yeah, bend it over split it
Yea lil baby nasty, she told me she need a fixing
Ohh show me opponent, doing drugs, yeah, I’m on it
And your frame got me horny, I can fuck you to the morning

[Hook]
I got a couple whips I know you see my chain
Got a lot of hoes look like that boy running thangs
I got plenty guns Call of Duty aim
I got shooters mane it look like that boy running thangs
I got plenty drugs, take away the pain
They go for 2 for 5 look like that boy running thangs
I got plenty bread I can buy yo name
I don’t got a stain look like that boy running thangs