Hd4president, Icewear Vezzo - Runnin Man Lyrics

(Flexin') ayy, ayy, woah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, too many racks up in my jeans
Man (FOREVEROLLING)

Racks in my jeans
I just came out the trap house (yeah)
Flexing with like fifty on my
Wrist in a blackout (yeah)
Two tone Maybach
I ain't even have to flip it (No)
Pack came through the mail, hit the stove
Then I whip it
Got a whole lotta diamonds on my wrist (Baow)
Thirty stick
I got a whole lotta bullets in the blick
(yeah)
Ayy, ayy, look, we don't like to talk
We clear the business if it's up there
A hundred K a month
I swear to God I ran 'em up there
Ayy, pounds in the trash can
HD do the dishes
I done started pimpin' bitches
You would think I came from Memphis (yeah)
No semi-automatics
We got switches on the glizzys
Aim that switch up at your head and
Put that switch all in your kidneys (yeah)
Ayy, fucking up a bag
Blew it all and ran it up again
Posting on that 'Gram
Then the feds started running in
Hustling like the '80s
('80s) , my daddy was a gangster (Gangster)
He told me he got shot
That's when I went and copped a banger
Throwed off
Give a fuck about a nigga or a bitch
Only thing a nigga love is
His glizzy with a stick
Aim game so official, when I hit
I never miss nigga live by the code, never
Rat or never snitch, nigga

Rubber bands, stack another hundred grand
I'm the running man
(Running man) , I run it up and run again
'Nother fifty grand, two hundred
Thousand not enough, i had a bigger plan
(Bigger plan)
Bitch, I'm the plug and the socket
Fuck a middleman
Gucci bag stuffed with racks
I swear it's filled with bands (Bands)
I took a break
Came back and I'm still the man

Yeah, bitch, got that chalk on me
(Got that chalk on me)
Drakey stuffed up in my pants
Make me walk funny (Make me walk funny)
Yeah, shoot a rapper in his shit
Now he talk funny (Baow)
Scary nigga, rob him out his deal
Make him chart for me (Haha)
The richest nigga in my city
I got drank money (For real)
Catch him lacking at his show and
Take his chain from him
Yeah, hundred thousand in my pocket
Got the safe on me (Got the safe on me)
You the type of nigga savin' hoes
Put a cape on it (Put a cape on it)
Got thirty shooters, thirty robbers
I'm with HD (What it do?)
Fuck the opps, shit on the floor
They tryna make peace (Niggas pussy)
Put Forgiatos on my Rover, yeah
They eight feet hundred-round drum up in the
Chopper tall as KD, bitch

Rubber bands, stack another hundred grand
I'm the running man
(Running man) , I run it up and run again
'Nother fifty grand, two hundred
Thousand not enough, i had a bigger plan
(Bigger plan)
Bitch, I'm the plug and the socket
Fuck a middleman
Gucci bag stuffed with racks
I swear it's filled with bands (Bands)
I took a break
Came back and I'm still the man