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Lil Baby - Running This Shit Lyrics



Lil Baby - Running This Shit Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah
I won't run out of bands sent more cash
I went 'rari on 'rari, we horse playin' (mm-hm)
I can't go back and forth with your broke ass (for what?)
Hold on, wait, matter fact, where your ho at? (Come here)
On the block with a pound in the store bag
I just left from the plug, tryna go back (weren't you?)
Keep a blick, just incase this shit go bad (Bop-bop-bop)
Brodie keep on the ski like he 4batz
Niggas cap a lot, they don't got no hats (cap)
Terrified of the bottom, can't go back (never)
Nope
If you right or you wrong, I'm with broski
Move in silence, don't make no commotion (yeah)
Show them boys how to pop it, fasho-ski
Clear the club, takin' shots, I got no sleep

Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shit if it's money involved
Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah
Killin' this shit, got two hands on her waist
When I'm beatin' her shit, she be takin' it all
Okay, okay, okay, okay (grr-grr)
Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shit if it's money involved
Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah
Killin' this shit, got two hands on her waist
When I'm beatin' her shit, she be takin' it all
Okay, okay, okay, okay (grr-grr)

Got a game in my palms
And I f*ck around windmill this bitch, I done stick my whole arm in it
I was lettin' them live for awhile, put two feet on they neck
Tell them bitches, "Ain't done with 'em"
You and bro 'posed to never fall out about none of these women
Don't cherish, have fun with 'em
I got love for the streets, they been down for me with or without
I ain't breakin' my bond with 'em
If I want it, I get it, that's even on Sunday
Don't leave for the bank, got the funds with me (yeah)
Told the plug to go down on the number, the lawyer to go up on royalties (I ain't playin')
Got her ass did, it went to her head
It got hot in here, ain't break a sweat
Rock a Urus the side of my left ear (no cap)
I'm the reason she know how a jet feel (yeah)
Made her squirt, I had popped me a black pill (woah)
In LA, let her go up in Maxville (go ahead)
I don't care what he did, he a rat still (f*ck him)
And I said what I said, don't at me (yeah)
Street rapper, contract, top athlete (yeah)
Two M's out the tap, that was last week (paid)
Low-key, but the blogs still attack me (why?)
T'd up, I been turnt since the backseat

Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shit if it's money involved
Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah
Killin' this shit, got two hands on her waist
When I'm beatin' her shit, she be takin' it all
Okay, okay, okay, okay (grr-grr)
Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shit if it's money involved
Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah
Killin' this shit, got two hands on her waist
When I'm beatin' her shit, she be takin' it all
Okay, okay, okay, okay (grr-grr)
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English

Yeah, yeah
I won't run out of bands sent more cash
I went 'rari on 'rari, we horse playin' (mm-hm)
I can't go back and forth with your broke ass (for what?)
Hold on, wait, matter fact, where your ho at? (Come here)
On the block with a pound in the store bag
I just left from the plug, tryna go back (weren't you?)
Keep a blick, just incase this shit go bad (Bop-bop-bop)
Brodie keep on the ski like he 4batz
Niggas cap a lot, they don't got no hats (cap)
Terrified of the bottom, can't go back (never)
Nope
If you right or you wrong, I'm with broski
Move in silence, don't make no commotion (yeah)
Show them boys how to pop it, fasho-ski
Clear the club, takin' shots, I got no sleep

Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shit if it's money involved
Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah
Killin' this shit, got two hands on her waist
When I'm beatin' her shit, she be takin' it all
Okay, okay, okay, okay (grr-grr)
Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shit if it's money involved
Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah
Killin' this shit, got two hands on her waist
When I'm beatin' her shit, she be takin' it all
Okay, okay, okay, okay (grr-grr)

Got a game in my palms
And I f*ck around windmill this bitch, I done stick my whole arm in it
I was lettin' them live for awhile, put two feet on they neck
Tell them bitches, "Ain't done with 'em"
You and bro 'posed to never fall out about none of these women
Don't cherish, have fun with 'em
I got love for the streets, they been down for me with or without
I ain't breakin' my bond with 'em
If I want it, I get it, that's even on Sunday
Don't leave for the bank, got the funds with me (yeah)
Told the plug to go down on the number, the lawyer to go up on royalties (I ain't playin')
Got her ass did, it went to her head
It got hot in here, ain't break a sweat
Rock a Urus the side of my left ear (no cap)
I'm the reason she know how a jet feel (yeah)
Made her squirt, I had popped me a black pill (woah)
In LA, let her go up in Maxville (go ahead)
I don't care what he did, he a rat still (f*ck him)
And I said what I said, don't at me (yeah)
Street rapper, contract, top athlete (yeah)
Two M's out the tap, that was last week (paid)
Low-key, but the blogs still attack me (why?)
T'd up, I been turnt since the backseat

Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shit if it's money involved
Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah
Killin' this shit, got two hands on her waist
When I'm beatin' her shit, she be takin' it all
Okay, okay, okay, okay (grr-grr)
Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shit if it's money involved
Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah
Killin' this shit, got two hands on her waist
When I'm beatin' her shit, she be takin' it all
Okay, okay, okay, okay (grr-grr)
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Writer: Dominique Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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Performed By: Lil Baby
From Album: WHAM (Extended Version)
Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: Dominique Jones
Year: 2025
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