Runnin!

R-Run to the bitch, W-We got guns in this yeah G-Guns in this bitch We smoking on drugs in this hoe She fucking on the gang, I had to let her go I get a cheque and I flip a hundred more Cappin' on me but these niggas hella broke y-yeah You said it's my fault cause now I'm gone Feel like I'm on track cause I've been running from your love You gon pick up saying "what you want" I can't fuck with you, I can't even keep this on my ones Feels like I've been falling (For you) I feel like I'm trying my hardest (Trying my best) It feels like we departed (Yeah) If there is a way, Then baby you know I'm gon carve it R-Run to the bitch, W-We got guns in this yeah G-Guns in this bitch (Blat) We smoking on drugs in this hoe She fucking on the gang, I had to let her go I get a cheque and I flip a hundred more Cappin' on me but these niggas hella broke y-yeah Y-Yeah