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Yung Bleu - Running Schemes Ft. Blac Youngsta (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Bleu
Yung Bleu
Vocals
Blac Youngsta
Blac Youngsta
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Biddle
Jeremy Biddle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Bleu
Yung Bleu
Mixing Engineer
JD On Tha Track
JD On Tha Track
Producer
ForeignGotEM
ForeignGotEM
Producer

Lyrics

JD On Tha Track Run schemes (ForeignGotEm) I know niggas wanna whack me (whack me) I might fuck her if she sexy (if she sexy) My lil' niggas, we be running schemes (running schemes) Yeah, my lil' niggas, we be running schemes (running schemes) Yeah, my lil' nigga running schemes, we don't do the poutin' (poutin') My lil' nigga running schemes, bitch, you know we wildin' (wildin') My lil' niggas running schemes, bitch, this money pilin' Just like Girls Gone Wild, I'll leave a nigga topless We don't talk to cops so don't be running up in my projects Run it up with this pack, I'm servin' crack right out the complex Niggas, they want beef, I'm yellin', "Who else finna die next?" Who else finna die next? I just copped a dirty stick, we finna go murder shit (murder) I'm on my C-Murder shit, I see no limit (murder) Flashy mag with holes in it Off the porch, I dove in it We not leaving no witness Nigga, that's a long sentence In the kitchen like I came in Like I serve like I'm Dennis I'm not slippin' on my pimpin' AR if you get to trippin' We got big smoke (big smoke) Yeah, the whole city fucked that bitch, she a big hoe I'm talkin' big loads I'm finessing with the best of them (best of them) We gon' come back and get the rest of them (rest of them) 500K up in the safe, it's just in case (just in case) Back in the day a nigga had to hit the race (hit the race) Just hit 14, I put the police on a chase (on a chase) Through the back door, jump off the porch and hit the gate (hit the gate) We runnin' schemes, nigga, better tie up your lace (up your lace) We runnin' schemes, nigga, better tie up your lace My lil' nigga running schemes, we don't do the poutin' (poutin') My lil' nigga running schemes, bitch, you know we wildin' (wildin') My lil' nigga running schemes, bitch, this money pilin' Just like Girls Gone Wild, I'll leave a nigga topless We don't talk to cops so don't be running up in my projects Run it up with this pack, I'm servin' crack right out the complex Niggas, they want beef, I'm yellin', "Who else finna die next?" Who else finna die next? Yeah, I was robbin' shit, bitch 'Fore that nigga Gotti gave me a contract I was smokin' shit (gang, gang) Come around me, you gon' get a contact And that rattin' shit That's the type of shit that'll get your son whacked And that hatin' shit That's the reason you won't ever get your mom back Cutthroat city where I'm from Niggas still stealing where I'm from Niggas still tryna run a scheme 'Cause they still bleeding where I'm from I ain't talkin' 'bout Meek Mill When I say they poppin' wheelies where I'm from All these niggas wanna do is kill Malcolm in the Middle where I'm from (yeah) I'm sexy chocolate, so it's understood she gon' give me head (yeah) Her friends blockin' 'cause she more happy when we in the bed (yeah) I'm still poppin' Ace of Spades, nigga, 'til I'm dead (yeah) I'm running schemes, when I saw the laws, I had to fled I know niggas wanna whack me (whack me) I might fuck her if she sexy (if she sexy) My lil' niggas, we be running schemes (running schemes) Yeah, my lil' niggas, we be running schemes (running schemes) Yeah, my lil' nigga running schemes, we don't do the poutin' (poutin') My lil' nigga running schemes, bitch, you know we wildin' (wildin') My lil' niggas running schemes, bitch, this money pilin' Just like Girls Gone Wild, I'll leave a nigga topless We don't talk to cops so don't be running up in my projects Run it up with this pack, I'm servin' crack right out the complex Niggas, they want beef, I'm yellin', "Who else finna die next?" Who else finna die next? My lil' nigga running schemes, straight off the top My lil' nigga running schemes, secure the block They be hollerin', "Start the violence," this shit never gonna stop You know life is just a gamble so you know I'm calling shots Hit a nigga with that one-two, I'm high stepping through the pot Whippin' that work up over the stove, takin' them extras off the top You claim you street but know you not, ain't never been in no shootout I fucked that bitch, she got flew out I need a fan 'cause I'm too hot I need to cool out
Writer(s): Sammie Benson, Joao Duarte, Jeremy Biddle, Vid Vucenovic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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