Runnin Lyrics - Mike Will Made It

Came up out the mud, brush the dirt off of me 

Going hard, hit them where it hurts, kill them softly 

Bone stretch tryna clear my mind, even smoke less 

Hopelessness but I'm in this shit for flesh 

Talk reckless, coming for your neck, no strep throat 

Running, running, running this shit, both legs broke 

Running round town, yeah they coming for my head though 

Funny thing about it they don't always see my head though 

Schizo, maniac I'm fiending to go klepto 

So hands-on kinda hard for me to let go 

Let go, stacking presidents like a LEGO 

Would introduce you to my friends but they dead though 

(Came up out the mud, brush the dirt off of me) 

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Ayo 

Running, running, running, I'ma take it like a klepto 

Anybody want it, they can get it, come correct though 

Talk behind my back but when they see me it's respect though 

Still got the crown, so I never give a F though 

Everything is wavy, I'ma hit 'em with the brush stroke 

Then I'ma get high, I'ma get the best dope 

Yeah, I make the rules, I ain't following the dress code 

I-I ain't do the mess though, I'ma put a hex though 

I-I ain't with the hugs and kisses, don't do the XO 

Soon as the bell go ding-dong 

I'll be in the ring though, we can shoot cinco 

Look at all these clowns, how they studying my lingo 

Peaking out the window, but they never win though 

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Came up out the mud, brush the dirt off of me 

Going hard, hit them where it hurts, kill them softly 

Bone stretch tryna clear my mind, even smoke less 

Hopelessness but I'm in this shit for flesh 

Talk reckless, coming for your neck, no strep throat 

Running, running, running this shit, both legs broke 

Running round town, yeah they coming for my head though 

Funny thing about it they don't always see my head though 

I'mma flex, yes, I'm the best, I'm the veteran (Yeah) 

In the Lex, yes, big baguettes in my necklace (Woo) 

In his head, neck, in his chest he gon' catch a fist (Right) 

I go deck, deck, break his leg, do it effortless (Yeah) 

In the ring, ain't no fucking game, ain't no Tetris 

Hit him, bang, I'mma shake his brain, I'm gon' never rest (Durrrr) 

Man, I'm air, I'm the fucking champ, I can't fail at this (Woo-woo) 

Money dance, by the million bands, I got hella grip (Durrrr) 

Hella chips with a lot of chics coming by the clique 

Mo' sex with the Rolex, come without a tip (Yeah) 

Mo' grip when the dough flip, gimme mo' lick 

Whole fist break his whole shit, tuck up lil' bitch 

Getting fit, I'mma win the chip 

Watch them catch a fit