"Stop Runnin" lyrics
Yeah
Stop doin' all that runnin'
(Xair, let me get that motherfucker)
Come on, huh, huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh, yeah, huh
Cracker up this Glock and get to singin' like Justin Timberlake (Bah-bah)
Yeah, huh, my city, they know I'm pressure (Yeah)
The opps hoes and they know better (Yeah)
I been outside with this metal (Bah-bah)
Pussy, I'm on whatever (Huh?), spent three on a Chrome sweater (Three)
Go and send whoever (Whoever), pussy, it don't matter (It don't matter)
They couldn't identify him, how many shots got thrown at him (How many shots got thrown at him)
Versace robe, baby (Robe, bay), I got my 4-0 (Got my 4-0)
I got what you need, but I ain't got no love for you (I ain't got no love for you)
Every time I'm in it, shawty tryna run from me
Come here, huh, huh, huh, come here (Come here, come here)
Come here, uh (Come here, come here)
Come here, uh, uh, uh (Come here, come here)
Come here
Just come here, lil' baby, stop doin' all that runnin' (Stop doin' all that runnin')
I'm off this Perc', so this drank fuckin' up my stomach (So this drank fuckin' up my stomach)
Lil' mama say, "1900, why you always stuntin'?" (Why you always stuntin'?)
'Cause I ain't never had nothin', I up a hundred (Bling-blaow)
In the club, an opp mean muggin', so I keep thumbin'
My bitch, she so damn bad, I spent whatever on that bundle (That bundle)
I just pulled up with this big four-nick', finna put that boy right under (Right under)
I'm in NYC and it's cold as hell, so I'm fuckin' her under the covers (The covers)
I'm on tour, it's too much drank up in the van, they pull us over, then it's over
Big-ass Drakey in my hand, a 7.62 shoot through boulders (Bah-bah)
I get beacoup bands, you bogus (Huh?), all that fufu shit, ain't goin' (Huh?)
Get my sister to beat your ass, if I call Tutu, then it's over
Me and bro hop out and ghost it
Big old cars, we do the most, we used to hop out that Corolla (Rrr)
Versace for my baby, I went bought a Gucci stroller (What else?)
Rockin' a Dickie 'fit, so my bitch went hoochie on 'em (What else?)
Servin' that ice cream like I done went Gucci on 'em (Burr)
Seen so many turn pussy like they done went coochie on me (Damn)
I ain't tryna do none of that talkin', baby, put that coochie on me (Come here)
You stay doin' all that runnin', baby, put that coochie on me
Come here, huh, huh, huh, come here
Come here, uh
Come here, uh, uh, uh
Come here
Just come here, lil' baby, stop doin' all that runnin'
I'm off this Perc', so this drank fuckin' up my stomach
Lil' mama say, "1900, why you always stuntin'?"
'Cause I ain't never had nothin', I up a hundred
Stop doin' all that runnin'
(Xair, let me get that motherfucker)
Come on, huh, huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh, yeah, huh
Cracker up this Glock and get to singin' like Justin Timberlake (Bah-bah)
Yeah, huh, my city, they know I'm pressure (Yeah)
The opps hoes and they know better (Yeah)
I been outside with this metal (Bah-bah)
Pussy, I'm on whatever (Huh?), spent three on a Chrome sweater (Three)
Go and send whoever (Whoever), pussy, it don't matter (It don't matter)
They couldn't identify him, how many shots got thrown at him (How many shots got thrown at him)
Versace robe, baby (Robe, bay), I got my 4-0 (Got my 4-0)
I got what you need, but I ain't got no love for you (I ain't got no love for you)
Every time I'm in it, shawty tryna run from me
Come here, huh, huh, huh, come here (Come here, come here)
Come here, uh (Come here, come here)
Come here, uh, uh, uh (Come here, come here)
Come here
Just come here, lil' baby, stop doin' all that runnin' (Stop doin' all that runnin')
I'm off this Perc', so this drank fuckin' up my stomach (So this drank fuckin' up my stomach)
Lil' mama say, "1900, why you always stuntin'?" (Why you always stuntin'?)
'Cause I ain't never had nothin', I up a hundred (Bling-blaow)
In the club, an opp mean muggin', so I keep thumbin'
My bitch, she so damn bad, I spent whatever on that bundle (That bundle)
I just pulled up with this big four-nick', finna put that boy right under (Right under)
I'm in NYC and it's cold as hell, so I'm fuckin' her under the covers (The covers)
I'm on tour, it's too much drank up in the van, they pull us over, then it's over
Big-ass Drakey in my hand, a 7.62 shoot through boulders (Bah-bah)
I get beacoup bands, you bogus (Huh?), all that fufu shit, ain't goin' (Huh?)
Get my sister to beat your ass, if I call Tutu, then it's over
Me and bro hop out and ghost it
Big old cars, we do the most, we used to hop out that Corolla (Rrr)
Versace for my baby, I went bought a Gucci stroller (What else?)
Rockin' a Dickie 'fit, so my bitch went hoochie on 'em (What else?)
Servin' that ice cream like I done went Gucci on 'em (Burr)
Seen so many turn pussy like they done went coochie on me (Damn)
I ain't tryna do none of that talkin', baby, put that coochie on me (Come here)
You stay doin' all that runnin', baby, put that coochie on me
Come here, huh, huh, huh, come here
Come here, uh
Come here, uh, uh, uh
Come here
Just come here, lil' baby, stop doin' all that runnin'
I'm off this Perc', so this drank fuckin' up my stomach
Lil' mama say, "1900, why you always stuntin'?"
'Cause I ain't never had nothin', I up a hundred
Writer(s): Lamar Alexidor, Miles Spiel
