Runnin Songtext
von Fredo

They′re runnin', they′re runnin', they're runnin′, they′re runnin' again
Hmm, we′re gunnin', we′re gunnin', we′re gunnin', we're gunnin′ for them
Hmm, they′re runnin', they′re runnin', they′re runnin', they′re runnin' again
Hmm, we're gunnin′, we′re gunnin', we′re gunnin', we′re gunnin' for them
Nah, this ain′t a diss (No)
But you rappers are takin' the piss (Piss)
Now I'm aimin′, I ain′t gonna miss
Yeah, you know how I handle my biz (I handle)
BA finally got him a cheque (Huh)
Now he's all on that gossipy shit (Coward)
Like he ain′t been livin' his whole life beggin′ for food like he's Oliver Twist
In that yellow Lamb′, that's a polleny whip (Whip)
Fredo, the boss of the strip (Boss)
Yeah, he said my name out in public, so I told my savage, "It's gotta be quick"
If I keep up the pressure, they′ll probably snitch
I got the drop on your crib (Shh)
Niggas be actin′ like gangsters
But no, that's not what it is (No)
If Marlow didn′t keep gettin' robbed every other week, he′ll probably be lit
I guess we won't know ′cause that donny's a victim


Big Freddie, I'm back on my shit (Back)
Not too long till I′m back on my strip (Strip)
Little bro got a MAC in the whip
Think they hate ′cause there's racks on my wrists
And I open up chicks like the packets of crisps
Woah (Woah), Fistar′s home, but he ain't tryna go and get back for his niggas
Too busy showin′ off his back with the rips
Damn, I know that Max would be pissed (Pissed)
I'm maxin′ my jibs, niggas maxin' their dibs
I feel actually tricked, niggas actin' like Crips (Huh?)
When deep down, they got a passion for jumpin′ on crocodiles′ backs in the sticks (The fuck?)
Kinda gangster is this?
Niggas nerdy and certainly rookies
Are you gangsters or personal bookies? (Bookies)
Caught and we turned him to Cookies (Cookies)
Now the broskis are burnin' their hoodies and phonin′ for goodies, you know how it goes (You
Know how it goes)
But I heard you ain't playin′ your role (Role)
So, no, maybe you don't (Don′t)
Oh (Oh, oh, oh), okay, she was talkin' like she'll manage the dick

Put her on her back, went in real deep, legs shakin′ like she′s havin' a fit
Heard that they both got a show, so I pattern that quick
Boy, don′t be lackin' for chicks
If I had a pound for every time I put my on the 6, I′d be actually rich (I am, though)
They're runnin′, and runnin', and runnin', I′m talkin′ 'bout Clavish′s clique (Clique)
All they wanted was Maccie and chips
Ended up in the back with the dips (Ha)
And my baddie don't have any tits, but makes up for this with her back and her hips (She does)
Still offin′ a whole load of cargo, just gave three hundred racks to Ricardo (I did it)
We're drinkin′ tonight, told her, "I ain't even drivin', let′s book the Viano" (Book it)
She told me I′m lookin' so gangster and grown when I rock that Loro Piana
My youngin just got him a Cuban, didn′t buy it, he stole it from Marlow (Haha)
Just sent a lil' youngin to O, but he can′t even go to Chicago (No)
Hmm, they're runnin′, they're runnin', they′re runnin′, they're runnin′ again (Again)
Hmm, we're gunnin′, we're gunnin′, we're gunnin', we′re gunnin′ for them (For them)
Hmm, they're runnin′, they're runnin′, they're runnin′, they're runnin' again (Again)
Hmm, we′re gunnin′, we're gunnin′, we're gunnin′, we're gunnin′ for them (For them)