Runnin Lyrics – Fredo

Read the full Runnin lyrics by Fredo along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Fredo’s music, you can also explore Birthday, another song by Fredo.

[Chorus]
They’re running, they’re running, they’re running, they’re running again
Hm, we’re gunning, we’re gunning, we’re gunning, we’re gunning for them
Hm, they’re running, they’re running, they’re running, they’re running again
Hm, we’re gunning, we’re gunning, we’re gunning, we’re gunning for them

[Verse]
Nah, this ain’t a diss (No)
But you rappers are taking the piss (Piss)
Now, I’m aiming, I ain’t gonna miss
Yeah, you know how I handle my biz’ (I handle)
BA finally got him a check (Huh)
Now he’s all on that gossipy s*it (Coward)
Like he ain’t been living his whole life begging for food like he’s Oliver Twist
In that yellow Lamb’, that’s a polony whip
Fredo, the boss of the strip (Boss)
Yeah, he said my name out in public, so I told my savage, “It’s gotta be quick”
If I keep up the pressure, they’ll prob’ly snitch
I got the drop on your crib (Shh)
N!ggas be acting like gangstas
But no, that’s not what it is (No)
If Marlow ain’t been getting robbed every other week, he’ll probably be lit
I guess we won’t know, ’cause that donny’s a victim
Big Freddie, I’m back on my s*it (Back)
Not too long ’till I’m back on my strip (Strip)
Little bro got a MAC in the whip
Think they hate ’cause these racks on my wrists
And I open up chicks like the packets of crisps
Woah, woah, Fist is home, but he ain’t tryna go and get back for his n!ggas
Too busy showing off his back with the ribs
Damn, I know that Max would be pissed (Pissed)
I’m maxing my jibs, n!ggas maxing their dibs
I feel actually tricked, n!ggas acting like crips (Huh?)
When deep down, they got a passion for jumping on crocodiles’ backs in the sticks (The fu*k?)
Kinda gangsta is this?
N!ggas nerdy and certainly rookies
Are you gangstas or personal bookies?

Got Lo and we turned him to cookies
Now the broskis are burning their hoodies and phoning for goodies, you know how it goes (You know how it goes)
But I heard you ain’t playing your role (Role)
So, no, maybe you don’t (Don’t)
Oh (Oh, oh, oh), okay, she was talking like she’ll manage the d!ck
Put her on her back, went in real deep, legs shaking like she’s having a fit
Heard that they both got a show, so I pattern that quick
Boy, don’t be lacking for chicks
If I had a pound for every time I put my **** on the six, I’d be actually rich (I am though)
They’re running and running and running, I’m talking about Clavish’s clique (Clique)
All they wanted was Maccie and chips
Ended up in the back with the dips (Ha)
And my baddie don’t have any tits, but makes up for this with her back and her hips (She does)
Still offing a whole load of cargo, just gave three hundred racks to Ricardo (I did it)
We’re drinking tonight, told her “I ain’t even driving, let’s book the Viano” (Book it)
She told me I’m looking so gangster and grown when I rock that Loro Piana
My youngin just got him a cuban
Didn’t buy it, he stole it from Marlow (Haha)
Just sent a lil’ youngin to O, but he can’t even go to Chicago (No)

[Chorus]
Hm, they’re running, they’re running, they’re running, they’re running again (Again)
Hm, we’re gunning, we’re gunning, we’re gunning, we’re gunning for them (For ‘dem)
Hm, they’re running, they’re running, they’re running, they’re running again (Again)
Hm, we’re gunning, we’re gunning, we’re gunning, we’re gunning for them (For ‘dem)