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letra de runnin - el chatman

[hook: el chatman]
b-tch i’m runnin’ with the bag
he want it back
runnin’ with the strap
i gotta empty out the mag
i put a bullet in his cap, haters mad they know they trash
50 deep, i’m rolling pack, need a mask i got the gas
b-tch i’m runnin with the bag
he want it back
runnin with the strap
i gotta empty out the mag
i put a bullet in his cap, haters mad they know they trash
50 deep, i’m rolling pack, need a mask i got the gas

[verse 1: j kap]
runnin to the paper, compet-tion, it’s a race
i got bars just like a prison, think that’s why these b-tches hate
and these hoes don’t see the vision, wide awake i’m headed straight
and haters mad they see me flexin’ i can see it in they face (ayy)
pull up on you get to bangin’ with the mac
bullets hot just like an oven, leave him runnin like a track
i want racks i need them stacks i took your bag come take it back
i heard your rap it made me laugh you think we trash your sh-t is wack
i’m with lil chat they be mad they see me winnin
i might shoot like scotty pippen, got that scope so we ain’t missin’
chains be dripping, flex on b-tches, i’m addicted, they be snitchin
put the clip up in the gun then light yo block up like it’s christmas (brrrr)
walk on these hoes, they under me just like a bridge
i’m with my team, just like a tree, we keep them sticks
talking foul, i knock you out then make you drip
pull up get money take that cash and then i dip

[hook: el chatman]
b-tch i’m runnin with the bag
they want it back
runnin with the strap
i gotta empty out the mag
i put a bullet in his cap, haters mad they know they trash
50 deep, i’m rolling pack, need a mask i got the gas
b-tch i’m runnin with the bag
they want it back
runnin with the strap
i gotta empty out the mag
i put a bullet in his cap, haters mad they know they trash
50 deep, i’m rolling pack, need a mask i got the gas

[verse 2: el chatman]
so much ice up on my neck, look like i’m covered in gl-ss
take the k, and then i shoot, b-tch i’m not lookin to p-ss
count a rack and get the bag, feel like i’m runnin a lap
and if a n-gg- gettin’ hungry, i just feed him a strap
bullets eat, n-gg-s sleep, get the choppa, let it feed
if a p-ssy want some beef, i’m on your -ss just like a seat
bullets always h-t yo teeth i’m on the field just like a cleat
my choppa got the gasoline because i’m picking up the heat

- el chatman

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