Runnin Man - Bandhunta Izzy, Young Crazy, Pee Wee Longway

I think it’s funny now, yeah

Ayy, I do the runnin' man

Yeah, ayy, ayy, might do the runnin' man, damn

Huh, what, yeah, ayy

I took the boy off of bags, damn he can’t get money now

He mad, I’m sittin' laughin', hah, I think it’s funny now

Boy I done blew a whole hundred bands

In the trap I sold a hundred grams

Damn, y’all sold one hundred grams?

Hit the plug and do the runnin' man

Runnin' man, runnin' man, damn, I do the runnin' man

I might go and do the runnin' man

Call the plug and hit him with the runnin' man

Runnin' man, runnin' man, damn, I do the runnin' man

I might go and do the runnin' man

Call the plug and hit him with the runnin' man

I did the runnin' man on the plug

I did the runnin' man with the drugs

Don’t do no runnin' man with no thugs

Take off the gizzy and give 'em slugs

Your bitch give me head and I dipped on her

Boy talking crazy, a brick on him

Drippin' so much that I slipped on him

Bro get me a toilet, I shitted on him

I’m rocking these Guccis like Nikes

No you can’t fight me, bro I got choppers with me

Fuckin' these bitches like nothin'

Fuckin' your girl, I might got your mama with me

And boy when you see me you better start shootin'

You know that I come with the blicky with me

And no this ain’t ten, no this ain’t twenty

Boy I got drums and it’s fifty with me

I took the boy off of bags, damn he can’t get money now

He mad, I’m sittin' laughin', hah, I think it’s funny now

Boy I done blew a whole hundred bands

In the trap I sold a hundred grams

Damn, y’all sold one hundred grams?

Hit the plug and do the runnin' man

Runnin' man, runnin' man, damn, I do the runnin' man

I might go and do the runnin' man

Call the plug and hit him with the runnin' man

Runnin' man, runnin' man, damn, I do the runnin' man

I might go and do the runnin' man

Call the plug and hit him with the runnin' man

I did the runnin' man with the bales

Run up them benjamins on the scale

For the Lucci, yeah they wish me well

Whip up a deuce in the wishing well

Yeah, yeah, narcotics, I got the paraphernalia

Step on the brick with the remedy

Drop off my top like I’m Kennedy

Yeah, runnin' man, Mr. Blue Benjamin

I pour Wock, and that TEC on my kidney

In the trap with that Bobby and Whitney

Longway trap, I might send you a missile

Run off on the plug, shoot through his grissles

Mad at Longway, I sleep with his sister

We rock 'em and then we remix 'em

I’m Longway, the plug, the socket

I took the boy off of bags, damn he can’t get money now

He mad, I’m sittin' laughin', hah, I think it’s funny now

Boy I done blew a whole hundred bands

In the trap I sold a hundred grams

Damn, y’all sold one hundred grams?

Hit the plug and do the runnin' man

Runnin' man, runnin' man, damn, I do the runnin' man

I might go and do the runnin' man

Call the plug and hit him with the runnin' man

Runnin' man, runnin' man, damn, I do the runnin' man

I might go and do the runnin' man

Call the plug and hit him with the runnin' man