Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Yeah, I don't know where I'ma go again
I trespass like a Kodiak, huh
They want beef, Mongolian, huh
I got a CC sonogram, huh
Tryna tell me I got a son again (no)
I don't wanna rock Vetements, huh
I don't wanna use condiments, huh
I got sauce, lil' bitch (yuh)
I got sauce, lil' bitch (yuh)
I got sauce, bitch (yuh)
I wanna f*ck, lil' bitch (yuh)
Why you're boyfriend a bitch? (yuh)
Put his ass in a whip (yuh)
I'm gon' split that shit (yuh)
I'm on top, lil' bitch (yuh)
We on top, lil' bitch (yuh)
I can't even focus on what's coming or what's next
I can only tell you how much better I'ma get
I'm not talkin' tutu when I'm spinnin' in a dress
I'm not talkin' cuckoo when that shell land on your head
Okay, wow, spazzin' out, lemme get a breath
Okay, wow, spazzin' out, lemme get a breath
Okay, wow, spazzin' out, lemme get a breath
Okay, wow, spazzin' out, lemme get a breath
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't- (uh)
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
I caught my Z's in a Hyundai
Now I'm up late night on a runway
When I touch me a bag, it's a fun day
Need a bitch that's soft, not mundane
Hit a different type of lick, I'm like John Mayer
Nigga puffin' up his chest like Montclair
Made a quick phone call, it's a gun date
I'm a dweeb but you don't wanna go there
Woke up, skip God on a Sunday
Woke up, geeked up on a- (yeah)
Woke up, geeked up on a Monday
Need head and pussy on a Tuesday
Givin' out my, uh, on a hump day
Thursday, treat that like a slump day
Friday, get smacked on a- (yeah)
Saturday, same shit, not a new day
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
What is legacy?
What does it mean to be remembered?
Treat this day as if it were to be your last
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Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Yeah, I don't know where I'ma go again
I trespass like a Kodiak, huh
They want beef, Mongolian, huh
I got a CC sonogram, huh
Tryna tell me I got a son again (no)
I don't wanna rock Vetements, huh
I don't wanna use condiments, huh
I got sauce, lil' bitch (yuh)
I got sauce, lil' bitch (yuh)
I got sauce, bitch (yuh)
I wanna f*ck, lil' bitch (yuh)
Why you're boyfriend a bitch? (yuh)
Put his ass in a whip (yuh)
I'm gon' split that shit (yuh)
I'm on top, lil' bitch (yuh)
We on top, lil' bitch (yuh)
I can't even focus on what's coming or what's next
I can only tell you how much better I'ma get
I'm not talkin' tutu when I'm spinnin' in a dress
I'm not talkin' cuckoo when that shell land on your head
Okay, wow, spazzin' out, lemme get a breath
Okay, wow, spazzin' out, lemme get a breath
Okay, wow, spazzin' out, lemme get a breath
Okay, wow, spazzin' out, lemme get a breath
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't- (uh)
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
I caught my Z's in a Hyundai
Now I'm up late night on a runway
When I touch me a bag, it's a fun day
Need a bitch that's soft, not mundane
Hit a different type of lick, I'm like John Mayer
Nigga puffin' up his chest like Montclair
Made a quick phone call, it's a gun date
I'm a dweeb but you don't wanna go there
Woke up, skip God on a Sunday
Woke up, geeked up on a- (yeah)
Woke up, geeked up on a Monday
Need head and pussy on a Tuesday
Givin' out my, uh, on a hump day
Thursday, treat that like a slump day
Friday, get smacked on a- (yeah)
Saturday, same shit, not a new day
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
What is legacy?
What does it mean to be remembered?
Treat this day as if it were to be your last
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Yeah, I don't know where I'ma go again
I trespass like a Kodiak, huh
They want beef, Mongolian, huh
I got a CC sonogram, huh
Tryna tell me I got a son again (no)
I don't wanna rock Vetements, huh
I don't wanna use condiments, huh
I got sauce, lil' bitch (yuh)
I got sauce, lil' bitch (yuh)
I got sauce, bitch (yuh)
I wanna f*ck, lil' bitch (yuh)
Why you're boyfriend a bitch? (yuh)
Put his ass in a whip (yuh)
I'm gon' split that shit (yuh)
I'm on top, lil' bitch (yuh)
We on top, lil' bitch (yuh)
I can't even focus on what's coming or what's next
I can only tell you how much better I'ma get
I'm not talkin' tutu when I'm spinnin' in a dress
I'm not talkin' cuckoo when that shell land on your head
Okay, wow, spazzin' out, lemme get a breath
Okay, wow, spazzin' out, lemme get a breath
Okay, wow, spazzin' out, lemme get a breath
Okay, wow, spazzin' out, lemme get a breath
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't- (uh)
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
I caught my Z's in a Hyundai
Now I'm up late night on a runway
When I touch me a bag, it's a fun day
Need a bitch that's soft, not mundane
Hit a different type of lick, I'm like John Mayer
Nigga puffin' up his chest like Montclair
Made a quick phone call, it's a gun date
I'm a dweeb but you don't wanna go there
Woke up, skip God on a Sunday
Woke up, geeked up on a- (yeah)
Woke up, geeked up on a Monday
Need head and pussy on a Tuesday
Givin' out my, uh, on a hump day
Thursday, treat that like a slump day
Friday, get smacked on a- (yeah)
Saturday, same shit, not a new day
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
Runnin' around, this shit don't stop
What is legacy?
What does it mean to be remembered?
Treat this day as if it were to be your last
Writer: Dilip Venkatesh, Matt Cohn, Adrian Waller, Wale Onayemi, William Lemos
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Performed By: Paris Texas
Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: Dilip Venkatesh, Matt Cohn, Adrian Waller, Wale Onayemi, William Lemos