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Running Man

The Cool Kids (feat. Maxo Kream)
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I got six cellphones and still ain't picking up a stranger's Man the fear ain't real, but I'll be damned if the danger ain't Don't walk up on Chuck, disrespecting his hometown He flip on that Detroit switch, you hear it in his voice I'm Chicago, Illinois, even if I'd had a choice I would've still picked the crib that I grew up in And DKNY designed these king sheets on my bed You still on Ian Connor page, tryna pick what to wear yeah These peasants fresh as me, tell me how (Tell me how) They still distressing tees on they couch Rock band tees of bands that they don't know nothing 'bout You heard of Iron Maiden once bro that don't even count Get that goofy out of my face before I hit send on that text message I'm working, flexing, just making music protecting Man like what up Chuck God damn man it's me and you and all these dollar bills And we made the style that they tried to steal They be running off with it like shooting drills Wallaby two tone zones with my fit Rocking Iceberg like a snowstorm in here Light work nigga, we won't ever lose a step Watching how we do it then they run off with the shit like Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Bolt, nine second hundred meter sprint Four twelves booming on Suzuki's with them tints I'm still bangin', screw moving slower than a tick Off the drank, purple rain, and screaming rest in peace to Prince Back in 1999 the revolution with the time You get to chirpin' like a bird, it sound like when them doves cry Why you run off with the lie, when you looking at the truth When you see it in the scope, close an eye before you shoot Ric Flair off the ropes, Stone Cold, Kevin Owens With the Million Dollar Man, I don't fuck with Hulk Hogan, oh Holy guacamole, only know me for the sauce Ay I heard you told yo' shorty take my poster off her wall (What you doing?) Wallaby two tone zones with my fit Rocking Iceberg like a snowstorm in here Light work nigga, we won't ever lose a step Watching how we do it then they run off with the shit like Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running, man, running man It's the Bape head band rocker Pee in corny rapper's jockers Acting like some boppers, tryna top us, nigga stop it Get chalk lined in the Starters, trappin' daily, place your order Chuck and Mike, they got them black mags I ride around with black mags They tryna sound like Maxo, but they Karo my shit Sixteen Bred 11's with that thang on my hip Persona walk, persona talk, wasn't shit you could tell me Got niggas buying up Supreme, throwin' away them Giuseppe's (What you doing?) Airbrushed white tee, been did that Snapback sun visor, been did that Girbaud slim fit jeans, been did that Tom and Jerry ass nigga you a copy cat Running man, you a funny man Take pics with the gun, not a gunner man Crash dummy lil boy, you a stunter man Fake J's, Jumpman do the running man Wallaby two tone zones with my fit Rocking Iceberg like a snowstorm in here Light work nigga, we won't ever lose a step Watching how we do it then they run off with the shit like Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man