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Runnin, Gunnin, Gone! Lyrics


Issbrokie Runnin, Gunnin, Gone!

[Intro]
Runnin', runnin' from the cops
Gunnin', gunnin', gunnin', gone
Money, money, money, stack
Just hit a lick, now we [droppin' it back?]
Chase coke, [wanted to watch?]
BROKIE been geeked, got the Remy Ferbas
Bad one smokin' and I had a pack
Just hit a lick and we killin' it next

[Chorus]
Runnin', runnin' from the cops
Gunnin', gunnin', gunnin', gone
Money, money, money, stack
Just hit a lick, now we [droppin' it back?]
Chase coke, [wanted to watch?]
BROKIE been geeked, got the Remy Ferbas
Bad one smokin' and I had a pack
Just hit a lick and we killin' it next

[Verse]
Money all up in my pockets
Said, "Open it up, put that shit in my wallet"
Bitch, just tryna make a lil' profit
They workin' for six soon as they know I got a weak dip
Open the FL project and get right to snitchin'
Just told me, like, fourteen zips
I got these Twitter boys talkin' like Nazis
But they ain't know I just saw fourteen briefs
Drivin' the battery country
We waitin' it out 'til the case close, yeah
We spendin' right back, just a fade mo'
Still keep a mask with a clip in this Draco, yeah
Brr, brr, where that boy face go?
He got a fetish, he ain't 'bout to chase, though, yeah
No, you can't stay at my place, ho
Why tryna f..ck, bitch? He love when I say no, bitch

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm sick to my stomach, the tire's screechin'
Gotta fly with this money, don't need a reason
Brodie talkin', I'm out, why the f..ck he speakin'?
Like the whip, how you like it from underneath?
And f..ck these rappers talkin' on the kid
Boxin' out with these, we gettin' mo' this clit
I'm sick, I'm really sick, I gotta get that brick
I'm money to the cream and shimpy to your chick

[Chorus]
Runnin', runnin' from the cops
Gunnin', gunnin', gunnin', gone
Money, money, money, stack
Just hit a lick, now we [droppin' it back?]
Chase coke, [wanted to watch?]
BROKIE been geeked, got the Remy Ferbas
Bad one smokin' and I had a pack
Just hit a lick and we killin' it next
Runnin', runnin' from the cops
Gunnin', gunnin', gunnin', gone
Money, money, money, stack
Just hit a lick, now we [droppin' it back?]
Chase coke, [wanted to watch?]
BROKIE been geeked, got the Remy Ferbas
Bad one smokin' and I had a pack
Just hit a lick and we killin' they ass

[Outro]
ISSBROKIE
(Runnin', runnin' from the cops)
(Gunnin', gunnin', gunnin', gone)
(Money, money, money, stack)
(Just hit a lick, now we [droppin' it back?])
(Chase coke, [wanted to watch?])
(BROKIE been geeked, got the Remy Ferbas)
(Bad one smokin' and I had a pack) Yeah
(Just hit a lick and we killin' it next) [?]
Agh! Agh, oh my goodness
No! Gaaah! My leg!


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