Runnin

Lyrics

[Intro] Cook that shit up, Quay Marii Beatz, turn me up [Pre-Chorus: JT] I'm fuckin' with boss niggas that keep a gun in they pants Never complain 'bout bein' broke 'Cause they just runnin' they bands You full of flaw niggas, 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 nigga faithful, I'ma cum in his mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Keep runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin' yo' mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Keep on thinkin' that your nigga faithful, I'ma cum in his mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse 1: Yung Miami & JT] All these niggas they be hoes cuffin', City Girls could've been got 'em Every day they in my inbox, I'm a real bitch, I don't screenshot 'em Chanel on me when I roll up, boss bitches sip, we don't roll up Pussy good, every stroke, he like hold up He ain't tryin' nothin', he like hold up I'm fuckin' with real niggas, they makin' them boss moves (Boss moves) I kick that lil' bitch in her mouth (Mouth), now I got bloody shoes You a lil' thot bitch, you fuckin' the whole crew (Ayy, ayy) My pussy got a new car smell, this shit brand new (This shit brand new) This pussy ain't yours, don't claim it (Claim it) Every nigga I fuck, they nameless If he tryna expose, he brainless My niggas don't play, they aimin' I love me a lowkey dude Send him pics, he don't need the nudes Real niggas gon' pay they dues If you a broke dude, I'ma cut you loose (Ayy, ayy) [Pre-Chorus: JT] I'm fuckin' with boss niggas that keep a gun in they pants Never complain 'bout bein' broke 'Cause they just runnin' they bands You full of flaw niggas, 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 nigga faithful, I'ma cum in his mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Keep runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin' yo' mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Keep on thinkin' that your nigga faithful, I'ma cum in his mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Yung Miami & JT] I'm a City Girl, you a pissy girl You a lazy bitch, I'm a busy girl Every other night I be doin' shows While your nigga cheatin' on you, fuckin' hoes Couple thousand for my fuckin' clothes Another sixty on my fuckin' Roll (Skrrt) I'm the same bitch, no matter who around Diamonds dancin' on me, doo-doo brown (Dancin') Thanks, you better go get her (Get her) I bet you my pussy get wetter (Wetter) Retweetin' late, I'm like, "Shut up" (Shut up) Every night he be fuckin' my gut up And if that nigga ever cut up, I'ma put this pussy on his brother And if that nigga ever cut up, I'ma put that pussy on his brother You know that nigga ain't faithful You see his ass when you able (Bitch please) I curved that nigga, be grateful I cut him off like your cable (Huh) I'ma bad bitch, you can't see me Bitch, you stuck home, I'm on TV (Facts) In a Maybach, yeah, free Meek But I don't need a nigga to come save me (Period) [Pre-Chorus: JT] I'm fuckin' with boss niggas that keep a gun in they pants Never complain 'bout bein' broke 'Cause they just runnin' they bands You full of flaw niggas, 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 nigga faithful, I'ma cum in his mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Keep runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin' yo' mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Keep on thinkin' that your nigga faithful, I'ma cum in his mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)