"Running Man" lyrics

Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, ha, ha

Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
I'm out of breath, I was running up bands, uh

I'm out of breath, I was running in bands
When I ran out the club, I had a cut on my hand
Boy, you don't want the smoke, you get blown by the fan
Chop automatic, it's never gon' jam
He said, she know you, I thought that you're mad
Don't wanna talk if it ain't about money, the fuck you sayin'? (Ah)

Ooh, ah, ah
I never sprained my ankle, nigga, I'm runnin'
Why would I thank you, nigga, you frontin'?
Champ got a kick, though, nigga, we puntin'
She got a big door, I'm finna fuck that
Fuck that, uh
You never hashed it, nigga, enough cap
How you let 'em rob you without buss back
All of the bad bitches run track

Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
I'm out of breath, I was running up bands, uh

I'm out of breath, I was running in bands
When I ran out the club, I had a cut on my hand
[?] rubber bands, I'm the new running man
Chop automatic, it's never gon' jam
He said she know you, I thought that you're mad, ha, damn