Runnin lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that sh*t up, Quay
Marii Beatz, turn me up

[Pre-Chorus: JT]
I'm f*ckin' with boss n*ggas that keep a gun in they pants
Never complain 'bout bein' broke
'Cause they just runnin' they bands
You full of flaw n*ggas, the runners they hold out they hands
And got no money in the bank, but always on Instagram, flexin' bands

[Chorus: Yung Miami, JT & Both]
Keep runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin' yo' mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Keep on thinkin' that your n*gga faithful, I'ma c*m in his mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Keep runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin' yo' mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Keep on thinkin' that your n*gga faithful, I'ma c*m in his mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Yung Miami & JT]
All these n*ggas they be hoes cuffin', City Girls could've been got 'em
Every day they in my inbox, I'm a real b*tch, I don't screenshot 'em
Chanel on me when I roll up, boss b*tches sip, we don't roll up
pus*y good, every stroke, he like hold up
He ain't tryin' nothin', he like hold up
I’m f*ckin' with real n*ggas, they makin' them boss moves (Boss moves)
I kick that lil' b*tch in her mouth (Mouth), now I got bloody shoes
You a lil' thot b*tch, you f*ckin' the whole crew (Ayy, ayy)
My pus*y got a new car smell, this sh*t brand new (This sh*t brand new)
This pus*y ain't yours, don't claim it (Claim it)
Every n*gga I f*ck, they nameless
If he tryna expose, he brainless
My n*ggas don't play, they aimin'
I love me a lowkey dude
Send him pics, he don't need the nudes
Real n*ggas gon' pay they dues
If you a broke dude, I'ma cut you loose (Ayy, ayy)
[Pre-Chorus: JT]
I'm f*ckin' with boss n*ggas that keep a gun in they pants
Never complain 'bout bein' broke
'Cause they just runnin' they bands
You full of flaw n*ggas, the runners they hold out they hands
And got no money in the bank, but always on Instagram, flexin' bands

[Chorus: Yung Miami, JT & Both]
Keep runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin' yo' mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Keep on thinkin' that your n*gga faithful, I'ma c*m in his mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Keep runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin' yo' mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Keep on thinkin' that your n*gga faithful, I'ma c*m in his mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Yung Miami & JT]
I'm a City Girl, you a p*ssy girl
You a lazy b*tch, I'm a busy girl
Every other night I be doin' shows
While your n*gga cheatin' on you, f*ckin' hoes
Couple thousand for my f*ckin' clothes
Another sixty on my f*ckin' Roll (Skrrt)
I'm the same b*tch, no matter who around
Diamonds dancin' on me, doo-doo brown (Dancin')
Thanks, you better go get her (Get her)
I bet you my pus*y get wetter (Wetter)
Retweetin' late, I'm like, "Shut up" (Shut up)
Every night he be f*ckin' my gut up
And if that n*gga ever cut up, I'ma put this pus*y on his brother
And if that n*gga ever cut up, I'ma put that pus*y on his brother
You know that n*gga ain't faithful
You see his ass when you able (b*tch please)
I curved that n*gga, be grateful
I cut him off like your cable (Huh)
I'ma bad b*tch, you can't see me
b*tch, you stuck home, I'm on TV (Facts)
In a Maybach, yeah, free Meek
But I don't need a n*gga to come save me (Period)
[Pre-Chorus: JT]
I'm f*ckin' with boss n*ggas that keep a gun in they pants
Never complain 'bout bein' broke
'Cause they just runnin' they bands
You full of flaw n*ggas, the runners they hold out they hands
And got no money in the bank, but always on Instagram, flexin' bands

[Chorus: Yung Miami, JT & Both]
Keep runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin' yo' mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Keep on thinkin' that your n*gga faithful, I'ma c*m in his mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Keep runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin' yo' mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Keep on thinkin' that your n*gga faithful, I'ma c*m in his mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)