Runnin

Runnin Lyrics

[Intro: Diana Ross & 21 Savage]
Am I really hard to please?
Perhaps I have such special needs
I wondered what was wrong with me (Haha)
My friends all fall so easily (Pussies)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Called the first one Savage Mode, my mood, that’s what it was (21)
2016, we was ridin’ around, beatin’ niggas up in the club
I know she around for the money, but act like she loyal, I don’t feel the love (21)
I’m so rich, get bored, might wake up, buy me a car just ’cause (On God)
Her titties is hard ’cause she spent a five, my b**ch titties cost me a dub (21)
All my b**ches got BBLs, all my b**ches got butts (Straight up)
I ain’t with thе rap beef, Draco pedophile, all of my opps get touchеd (Straight up)
We ain’t never ran off on no bar, but we still be hoppin’ out a Cut (Straight up)

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, I leave all my cars
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, all my opps be
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, wipe his nose, it was
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, Savage never did no
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
That closet for your wife (21), that hookah for your wife (Pussy)
I’m Slaughter Gang, pussy, you know I brought my knife (21)
He was talkin’ gangster (21), we caught him at a light (Pussy)
I let my young nigga do it, it was free, he wanted a stripe (On God)
Havin’ my way with the cheese, I’m in the den with the thieves (On God)
I know that she ratchet, I could tell by the way that she wearin’ her weave (21)
Smokin’ on zaza, this sh*t came out the garden with Adam and Eve (21)
Chopper go fow-fow, shoot up your pow-wow, niggas tryna make y’all bleed (21)
Got out of line, spanked that baby, we had to rock him to sleep (Pussy)
Is it a issue? Keep me a pistol, I ain’t finna diss you (Pussy)
All that pillow talk, I’ma have to send The Boogeyman to come get you
Chain hang low like a yo-yo, your b**ch ridin’ dick like pogo

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, I leave all my cars
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, all my opps be
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, wipe his nose, it was
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Runnin’, runnin’, Savage never did no

[Outro: 21 Savage, Future & Morgan Freeman]
I bought a Hollywood b**ch, the club crucial (On God)
I was at the Met Gala with my shooter (On God)
Slaughter Gang, Gang, we don’t do recruitin’ (21)
Say you ready to catch a body, gotta prove it
Gotta prove that sh*t, nigga
sh*t ain’t no motherf**kin’ game, nigga
Get your b**ch ass whacked, nigga
Big facts, big 4L, nigga
Big Zone 6, nigga
We run the motherf**kin’ city, nigga
Y’all niggas know what the f**k goin’ on, nigga
Body for body, nigga, money for money, nigga
We skunkin’ everybody
f**k your crew, nigga, we’ll kill your crew
Pussy, pussy, pussy
(If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you)
Are things better or worse the second time around?
Can we really do anything more than once?