Wee2Hard - Running Wild Lyrics
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    Running Wild

    [Intro]
    Ayy, Liijah, you straight from ATL

    [Chorus]
    I been thuggin' by my lonely, million took, three one and wild
    Momma told me I don't got no friends, I still went with the crowd
    Fucking hoes, skipping class, shooting dice, that's nothin' new
    Love cost you, I know, I ran it up, ain't shit free in this world
    Go risk, we moving, we leave you lifeless in these streets, this shit get deadly
    Keep that fye, met a nigga, he ever think 'bout touching me
    See who get the last laugh, all fun and games 'till a nigga dead
    We don't ride Scat, we ride 'Cat, fifty thousand mo' richer

    [Verse 1]
    See a ratchet bitch, ain't never seen the richest, she work at Hooters
    Hе tweet off computer, get his head tappеd, speak on this business
    Middle of the trenches with them steppers, fear no man
    I'm like, "Drop it, that", we drop a body, chopping shit like hibachi
    I'm like, "Let me get 'em", Peso out the window screaming, "Let me get 'em"
    He a rookie, he do drive-by's, we walk down on shit
    Flying private state-to-state, every night it's a different ho
    All I ask is do not pull out your phone, my ho gon' kill us both

    [Chorus]
    I been thuggin' by my lonely, million took, three one and wild
    Momma told me I don't got no friends, I still went with the crowd
    Fucking hoes, skipping class, shooting dice, that's nothin' new
    Love cost you, I know, I ran it up, ain't shit free in this world
    Go risk, we moving, we leave you lifeless in these streets, this shit get deadly
    Keep that fye, met a nigga, he ever think 'bout touching me
    See who get the last laugh, all fun and games 'till a nigga dead
    We don't ride Scat, we ride 'Cat, fifty thousand mo' richer

    [Verse 2]
    We don't talk to 12, we don't talk to opps, we stand on business
    Should got turned to ashes, should got hit with switches, these diamonds dancin'
    City hot, bitch, I'm king, we spinnin' blocks
    I'm like, "Pick a drop", we scope it out, menace, roll him out
    Done smoking opp, let's pour him up, let Three grab a cup
    Niggas act like bitches, cap 'bout switches, put me in their mentions
    Catch you with the opps, treat you like a opp, my love gone
    Clutchin' on every car, AR with the star, find the block

    [Chorus]
    I been thuggin' by my lonely, million took, three one and wild
    Momma told me I don't got no friends, I still went with the crowd
    Fucking hoes, skipping class, shooting dice, that's nothin' new
    Love cost you, I know, I ran it up, ain't shit free in this world
    Go risk, we moving, we leave you lifeless in these streets, this shit get deadly
    Keep that fye, met a nigga, he ever think 'bout touching me
    See who get the last laugh, all fun and games 'till a nigga dead
    We don't ride Scat, we ride 'Cat, fifty thousand mo' richer

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