Saïk - Runnin' & Gunnin' Lyrics

(Good look T O... this shit hard!)
Yeah
Uhh
Golds in my mouth when I pop my shit
Yeah

On God, a youngin' been runnin' and gunnin'
How many miles? I'm talking 100
How many styles? I'm talking 100
Served wit a smile, however you want it
Rappin' right now wit my slugs in... smelling like loud in the function
Came for a pile of that money, left with a stallion that's down for the humpin'... uhh

And I'm known to get it jumpin', uhh... got this bitch off the bungee, uhh
Niggas thinkin' I'm stunting... nah this just a lil' something something
Yeah these slight flexes, this light pressure... whip the flow up in Pyrex's
Whether slow or the hype records... fly talk like kites and feathers
Big clouds, this pilot weather... exclusive digs from out TriBeCa
Well respected, well connected, well protected... real nigga trifecta
Apply pressure like an open wound, trappin' out the stu, it's supposed to boom
Got these hatin' niggas so confused, how he keep winning, ain't he posed to lose
Nah... a nigga go hard... that's on God... that's on moms
That's on squad... that's on Lavish... this for my dog... I'm going savage... yeah
I'm peeling the backies, I feel it wit cabbage, I'm killing the rappin', I'm killing the fashion
My children they swaggy, they just like they daddy, ain't chillin' til' I got a mil in the mattress

On God, a youngin' been runnin' and gunnin'
How many miles? I'm talking 100
How many styles? I'm talking 100
Served wit a smile, however you want it
Rappin' right now wit my slugs in... smelling like loud in the function
Came for a pile of that money, left with a stallion that's down for the humpin'