FNS.PHILLY - Runnin Lyrics

30 round drum started feeling like a beat box
Bad bitch she gon give me top until her knees lock
I was selling dime bags all up in that weed spot
Then my momma caught me and she told me boy please stop
Fast forward
2019 I sold cocaine
Count it up
Gas prices feeling like it's propane
Bad thot
She gon blow my mind call her cobain
Trap spot
I spent so much time in that dope game
Everyday
I do this shit everyday
I'm heavy weight
I just made a 100k in the same clothes as yesterday
I don't wanna talk to you
I swear you don't got shit to say
How you step on necks nigga?
That shit feel like paper weights
Waste of space
I'm up in Miami
Popping Ace of Spades
Get up with my brother if you want war he got some time to make
Glocky on my body shoot a nigga if he try to stop me
Nigga feeling oppy cause his shawty wanna try to top me
Pacquiao my bullets knock you out when it hit you
Red dot when we see an opp we don't miss you
If it ain't boutta dollar I ain't worried what a bitch do
Bench press a nigga if he talking we gon lift you
I'm gon pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
I'm gon pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
30 round drum started feeling like a beat box
Bad bitch she gon give me top until her knees lock
I was selling dime bags all up in that weed spot
Then my momma caught me and she told me boy please stop
Fast forward
2019 I sold cocaine
Count it up
Gas prices feeling like it's propane
Bad thot
She gon blow my mind call her cobain
Trap spot
I spent so much time in that dope game

30 round drum started feeling like a beat box
Bad bitch she gon give me top until her knees lock
I was selling dime bags all up in that weed spot
Then my momma caught me and she told me boy please stop
Fast forward
2019 I sold cocaine
Count it up
Gas prices feeling like it's propane
Bad thot
She gon blow my mind call her cobain
Trap spot
I spent so much time in that dope game
Everyday
I do this shit everyday
I'm heavy weight
I just made a 100k in the same clothes as yesterday
I don't wanna talk to you
I swear you don't got shit to say
How you step on necks nigga?
That shit feel like paper weights
Waste of space
I'm up in Miami
Popping Ace of Spades
Get up with my brother if you want war he got some time to make
Glocky on my body shoot a nigga if he try to stop me
Nigga feeling oppy cause his shawty wanna try to top me
Pacquiao my bullets knock you out when it hit you
Red dot when we see an opp we don't miss you
If it ain't boutta dollar I ain't worried what a bitch do
Bench press a nigga if he talking we gon lift you
I'm gon pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
I'm gon pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
Pop shit
30 round drum started feeling like a beat box
Bad bitch she gon give me top until her knees lock
I was selling dime bags all up in that weed spot
Then my momma caught me and she told me boy please stop
Fast forward
2019 I sold cocaine
Count it up
Gas prices feeling like it's propane
Bad thot
She gon blow my mind call her cobain
Trap spot
I spent so much time in that dope game