Cover art for Runnin’ Out by Veeze

Runnin’ Out

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Runnin’ Out Lyrics

[Intro]
You a- you- you niggas broke as a joke like
Eddie Murphy, im a real street nigga, I be
Never'll be commercial

[Verse]
I used to be runnin' out of money
Nigga nowadays I ain't runnin' out of nothing
Lil baby attitude was funky
Everything change, she ain't fronting, she fucking
Open up the pack its skunky
Twenty Eight grams cost a nigga $500
When you see double cup I ain't stunting
Problem on my back like a motherfucking monkey

Stretch so much dope, we ain't stressing nothing
You could make a half a brick if you stretch a hunnid
That nigga 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 horny
I don't even fuck my wife I'm having sex to the money

That nigga really broke as a joke, Eddie Murphy
I'm a real street nigga, I could never go commercial
I'm a WavyGang baby, living life like a surfer
Rockin' Chrome Hearts shades when a nigga feeling nerdy
He a real life nerd, he ain't never seen a birdie
Nigga stealing all my swag, going home and rehearsing it
I got real mob ties, get you kidnapped and murdered
I'll show your ass a bunch of brown squares like a Hershey
Word to my nigga Rock, going Marni on Marni
And I'm hood rich like my nigga King, I really got money on money
Young street nigga never signed a deal, spend thousands on thousands on garments
Any nigga 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
(?)

Fuck her so good she wanna stay 'til the morning
Throwing it at me, I ain't say that I want it
This bitch 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 shit with a cartridge
We rocked every show and a nigga ain't try
I left KOD and pulled off in a foreign

I find out you hating your bitch 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, niggas say that I'm bossy
Stealing my swag at least tell them who taught you
Old niggas 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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