Runnin’ Out Lyrics – Veeze
Singer: Veeze
Title: Runnin’ Out
You a- you- you n#gg#s broke as a joke like
Eddie murphy, im a real street n#gg#, i be
Never’ll be commercial
I used to be runnin’ out of money
n#gg# nowadays i ain’t runnin’ out of nothing
Lil baby attitude was funky
Everything change, she ain’t fronting, she f#cking
Open up the pack its skunky
Twenty eight grams cost a n#gg# $500
When you see double cup i ain’t stunting
Problem on my back like a motherf#cking monkey
Stretch so much dope, we ain’t stressing nothing
You could make a half a brick if you stretch a hunnid
That n#gg# think he tough, we’ll press his button
Put the roof in the trunk with the press of a button
I’m really living life, i ain’t flеxing, or nothing
I pull up late to work but i ain’t never been a flunky
I rеally gotta thumb though the check to get h#rn#
I don’t even f#ck my wife i’m having sex to the money
That n#gg# really broke as a joke, eddie murphy
I’m a real street n#gg#, i could never go commercial
I’m a wavygang baby, living life like a surfer
Rockin’ chrome hearts shades when a n#gg# feeling nerdy
He a real life nerd, he ain’t never seen a birdie
n#gg# stealing all my swag, going home and rehearsing it
I got real mob ties, get you kidnapped and murdered
I’ll show your #ss a bunch of brown squares like a hershey
Word to my n#gg# rock, going marni on marni
And i’m hood rich like my n#gg# king, i really got money on money
Young street n#gg# never signed a deal, spend thousands on thousands on garments
Any n#gg# ever sent a threat to me, better hurry up and say sorry
I wake up i’m drinking this drank like its coffee
I’m smoking that dank like i’m damian marley
We rob with them choppers like davidson, harley
f#ck her so good she wanna stay ’til the morning
Throwing it at me, i ain’t say that i want it
This b#tch just dm’ed me and told me i’m making her wet
And she somewhere way in boston
I’m young and got fame, i’m considered a target
I rocked every show with some sh#t with a cartridge
We rocked every show and a n#gg# ain’t try
I left kod and pulled off in a foreign
I find out you hating your b#tch on the market
You can keep being salty, ima hit her regardless
I’m fly as e.t. i get high as a martian
I feel like police, n#gg#s say that i’m bossy
Stealing my swag at least tell them who taught you
Old n#gg#s hating, i’m slaying they daughter
Me and tay b switching lanes in the ‘rari
Laughing cause we getting cake like our father
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