Runnin

I'm fuckin' with boss ****

They keep a gun in they pants

Never complain 'bout being broke

'Cause they just runnin' they bands

You for flawed ****

Don't run us, got whole lotta hands

Ain't got no money in the bank

But always on your Instagram, flexin' bands

Keep runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' your mouth

Keep on thinkin' that your **** faithful, I'ma come in his mouth

Keep runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' your mouth

Keep on thinkin' that your **** faithful, I'ma come in his mouth

All these **** think these hoes cuffin'

City Girls coulda been got 'em

Every daddy in that inbox

I'm a real bitch, I'm screenshot him

Chanel on me when I roll up

Boss bitches still, we don't roll up

Pussy good, every skrrt, he like hold up

He ain't tryin' nothin', he like, hold up

I'm fuckin' with real ****

They makin boss moves

I kicked that lil' bitch in the mouth

Now I got bloody shoes

You a lil' thot, bitch

You fuckin' that whole crew

My pussy got new car smell

This shit brand new

This pussy ain't yours, don't claim it

Every **** I fuck, they nameless

If he try to dispose, he brainless

My **** don't play, they aimin'

I love me a low-key dude

Send him pics, he don't need the nudes

Real **** don't pay they dues

If you're a broke dude, I'ma cut you loose

I'm fuckin' with boss ****

They keep a gun in they pants

Never complain 'bout being broke

'Cause they just runnin' they bands

You for flawed ****

Don't run us, got whole lotta hands

Ain't got no money in the bank

But always on your Instagram, flexin' bands

Keep runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' your mouth

Keep on thinkin' that your **** faithful, I'ma come in his mouth

Keep runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' your mouth

Keep on thinkin' that your **** faithful, I'ma come in his mouth

I'm a city girl, you're a pissy girl

You're a lazy bitch, I'm a busy girl

Every other night, I be doing shows

While your **** cheatin' on you fuckin' hoes

Couple thots 'fore I fuckin' close

I know the system, I fuckin' roll

I'm the same bitch that might ho around

Down the stairs and I'ma doo-doo brown

Think she better go get her

I bet you my pussy get wetter

We tweetin' late, I'm like, shut up

Every night, he be fuckin my cut up

And if that **** ever cut up

I'ma put this pussy on his brother

And if that **** ever cut up

I'ma put that pussy on his brother

You know that **** ain't fake

You see his ass and you able

I cut a ****, be grateful

I cut him off like your cable

I'm a bad bitch, can't see me

Bitch, you stuck home, I'm on TV

In a Maybach, yeah, free me

But I don't need a **** to come save me

I'm fuckin' with boss ****

They keep a gun in they pants

Never complain 'bout being broke

'Cause they just runnin' they bands

You for flawed ****

Don't run us, got whole lotta hands

Ain't got no money in the bank

But always on your Instagram, flexin' bands

Keep runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' your mouth

Keep on thinkin' that your **** faithful, I'ma come in his mouth

Keep runnin' and runnin' and runnin' and runnin' your mouth

Keep on thinkin' that your **** faithful, I'ma come in his mouth