lirik lagu dcth4g - runnin man
[chorus]
i’m in the back makin’ money, i feel like usain, cause my boy finna run it, huh
feel like i’m part of the track when i hop on the track, yeah my boy finna run em, off (hoodrich)
gang in the back, they pull up with that choppa, you play with my name and we gun em, all
don’t know why he mad, i’m gettin’ that cash, i grab me this bread then i’m runnin, off (hoodrich, hood~hoodrich)
choppa gon’ make em do runnin’ man
[verse 1]
all of this money, i got me a bunch of bands
three hundred girls outside, got a bunch of fans
glock in the back ate that boy like a lunchable
pull up with gang and your face lookin’ punchable
fundin’ you, something i really don’t want to do
dude really mad, cause n0body be wantin’ you
chop finna spray and that dude face scrunchable
i’m finna crash, man, i’m feelin’ like bandicoot
play with the gang and that glock really blam at you
i got that glock and my boy finna spazz at you
feel like the rock in the ring, cause i’m slammin’ you
tryna come close, but my boy really bannin’ you
hate on the gang, ain’t n0body be fans of you
you know she gon’ eat me, that girl, she a cannibal
glock finna blow, yeah, my boy really cannin’ you
blowin’ that stuff, man, i feel like a cannonball
all of these racks, man, i ain’t really be standin’ tall
feel like the rock, all these racks, know i’m walkin’ tall
know that he scared, he a cat just like talking tom
glock in the back, ate that boy just like chicken broth
glock in the back, like shawn michaels, it’s kickin’ y’all
sweet chin music, you feel it all in yo’ jaw
shoot up the gang, then we rollin’ the windows up
know he look mad, i don’t care, i’m the winner dog
chop eat that boy just for breakfast and dinner yah
my pockets fat, they ain’t finna get thinner nah
keep tryna hate, but my boy finna pick em off
shootin’ the clip, man, it feel like a movie
i’m out with the fam, they my guys, feel like stewie
he keep tryna talk but that music, booty
that glock get em ate and it said that he chewy
i’m dealin’ with money alot, you ain’t countin’ no guap, and you fakin’, you really can’t fool me
i slide with a glock and i slide with a tooly
you know i’m up next, man, i’m feelin’ like doulie
get hit with that tech and that dude really droolin’
get hit in his neck and that dude really droppin’
yo girl in the back and she really wan’ drop it
i go to the lot and i got all these options
i copped me the rolls cause i really like flockin, then copped me the lamb’ cause i really like flyin
i keep it a hundred, i never be lyin
get cooked in that back and i’m really gon’ fry him
run to that paper like usain bolt
got money and girls, i’ma just take both
that glock in the back and it’s takin’ your soul
i’m countin’ this money until it get old
[chorus]
i’m in the back makin’ money, i feel like usain, cause my boy finna run it, huh
feel like i’m part of the track when i hop on the track, yeah my boy finna run em, off
gang in the back, they pull up with that choppa, you play with my name and we gun em, all
don’t know why he mad, i’m gettin’ that cash, i grab me this bread then i’m runnin, off
choppa gon’ make em do runnin’ man
choppa gon~choppa gon make em do runnin’ man
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