paroles de chanson Running Schemes (feat. Blac Youngsta) - Yung Bleu
I
know
niggas
wanna
whack
me
I
might
fuck
her
if
she
sexy
My
lil'
niggas,
we
be
running
schemes
Yeah,
my
lil'
niggas,
we
be
running
schemes
Yeah,
my
lil'
niggas
running
schemes,
we
don't
do
the
poutin'
My
lil'
niggas
running
schemes,
bitch,
you
know
we
wildin'
My
lil'
niggas
running
schemes,
bitch,
this
money
pilin'
Just
like
Girls
Gone
Wild,
I'll
leave
a
nigga
topless
We
don't
talk
to
cops
so
don't
be
running
up
in
my
projects
Run
it
up
with
this
pack,
I'm
servin'
crack
right
out
the
complex
Niggas,
they
want
beef,
I'm
yellin',
"Who
else
finna
die
next?"
Who
else
finna
die
next?
I
just
copped
a
dirty
stick,
we
finna
go
murder
shit
I'm
on
my
C-Murder
shit,
I
see
no
limit
Flashy
mag
with
holes
in
it
Off
the
porch,
I
dove
in
it
We
not
leaving
no
witness
Nigga,
that's
a
long
sentence
In
the
kitchen
like
I
came
in
Like
I
serve
like
I'm
Dennis
I'm
not
slippin'
on
my
pimpin'
AR
if
you
get
to
trippin'
We
got
big
smoke
(Big
smoke)
Yeah,
the
whole
city
fucked
that
bitch,
she
a
big
ho
I'm
talkin'
big
loads
I'm
finessing
with
the
best
of
them
We
gon'
come
back
and
get
the
rest
of
them
500K
up
in
the
safe,
it's
just
in
case
Back
in
the
day
a
nigga
had
to
hit
the
race
Just
hit
14,
I
put
the
police
on
a
chase
Through
the
back
door,
jump
off
the
porch
and
hit
the
gate
We
runnin'
schemes,
nigga,
better
tie
up
your
lace
We
runnin'
schemes,
nigga,
better
tie
up
your
lace
My
lil'
niggas
running
schemes,
we
don't
do
the
poutin'
My
lil'
niggas
running
schemes,
bitch,
you
know
we
wildin'
My
lil'
niggas
running
schemes,
bitch,
this
money
pilin'
Just
like
Girls
Gone
Wild,
I'll
leave
a
nigga
topless
We
don't
talk
to
cops
so
don't
be
running
up
in
my
projects
Run
it
up
with
this
pack,
I'm
servin'
crack
right
out
the
complex
Niggas,
they
want
beef,
I'm
yellin',
"Who
else
finna
die
next?"
Who
else
finna
die
next?
Yeah,
I
was
robbin'
shit,
bitch
'Fore
that
nigga
Gotti
gave
me
a
contract
I
was
smokin'
shit
(Gang,
gang)
Come
around
me,
you
gon'
get
a
contact
And
that
rattin'
shit
That's
the
type
of
shit
that'll
get
your
son
whacked
And
that
hatin'
shit
That's
the
reason
you
won't
ever
get
your
mom
back
Cutthroat
city
where
I'm
from
Niggas
still
stealing
where
I'm
from
Niggas
still
tryna
run
a
scheme
'Cause
they
still
bleeding
where
I'm
from
I
ain't
talkin'
'bout
Meek
Mill
When
I
say
they
poppin'
wheelies
where
I'm
from
All
these
niggas
wanna
do
is
kill
Malcolm
in
the
Middle
where
I'm
from
I'm
sexy
chocolate,
so
it's
understood
she
gon'
give
me
head
Her
friends
blockin'
'cause
she
more
happy
when
we
in
the
bed
I'm
still
poppin'
Ace
of
Spades,
nigga,
'til
I'm
dead
I'm
running
schemes,
when
I
saw
the
laws,
I
had
to
fled
I
know
niggas
wanna
whack
me
I
might
fuck
her
if
she
sexy
My
lil'
niggas,
we
be
running
schemes
Yeah,
my
lil'
niggas,
we
be
running
schemes
Yeah,
my
lil'
niggas
running
schemes,
we
don't
do
the
poutin'
My
lil'
niggas
running
schemes,
bitch,
you
know
we
wildin'
My
lil'
niggas
running
schemes,
bitch,
this
money
pilin'
Just
like
Girls
Gone
Wild,
I'll
leave
a
nigga
topless
We
don't
talk
to
cops
so
don't
be
running
up
in
my
projects
Run
it
up
with
this
pack,
I'm
servin'
crack
right
out
the
complex
Niggas,
they
want
beef,
I'm
yellin',
"Who
else
finna
die
next?"
Who
else
finna
die
next?
My
lil'
niggas
running
schemes,
straight
off
the
top
My
lil'
niggas
running
schemes,
secure
the
block
They
be
hollerin',
"Start
the
violence,"
this
shit
never
gonna
stop
You
know
life
is
just
a
gamble
so
you
know
I'm
calling
shots
Hit
a
nigga
with
that
one-two,
I'm
high
stepping
through
the
pot
Whippin'
that
work
up
over
the
stove,
takin'
them
extras
off
the
top
You
claim
you
street
but
know
you
not,
ain't
never
been
in
no
shootout
I
fucked
that
bitch,
she
got
flew
out
I
need
a
fan
'cause
I'm
too
hot
I
need
to
cool
out
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