Lil Baby – Running This Shit Lyrics

Running This Shit

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"Running This Shit." - Lil Baby

Thursday, 17 September 2026, 02:03 pm

Album: WHAM (Extended Version)

Track No: 18

Yeah, yeah
I went right out of bed to some more cash
I went Rarri on Rarri, we horse playing
I can't go back and forth with your broke ass
Hold up, wait, matter fact, where your ho at?
On the block with a pound in a store bag
I just left from the plug, tryna go back
Keep a blick just in case this shit go bad
Brodie keep on his ski like he 4Batz
**** cap a lot, they don't got no hats
Terrified of the bottom, can't go back, nope
If you right or you wrong, I'm with broski
Moving silent, don't make no commotions
Show them boys how to pop it, fashoski
Club to club, taking shots, I ain't got no sleep
Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shit if it's money involved
Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah
Killing her shit, got two hands on her waist
While I'm beating her shit, she be taking it all
Okay, okay, okay, okay (Greet, greet)
Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shit if it's money involved
Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah
Killing her shit, got two hands on her waist
While I'm beating her shit, she be taking it all
Okay, okay, okay, okay (Greet, greet)
Got the game in my palms, I fuck around windmill this bitch
Oughta stick my whole arm in it
I was letting 'em live for a while, put two feet on they neck
Tell them bitches I ain't done wit' 'em
You and bro 'spose to never fall out about none of these women
Don't cherish, have fun wit' 'em
I got love for the streets, they been down for me with or without
I ain't breaking my bond with 'em
If I want it, I get it, that's even on Sunday
No need for the bank, got the funds with me
Told the plug to go down on the number
The lawyer to go up on royalties, I ain't playing
Got her ass did, it went to her head
It got hot in here, I ain't break a sweat
Rock a Urus inside of my left ear
I'm the reason she know how a jet feel
Made her squirt, I had popped me a black pill
In L.A., let her go off at Maxfield
I don't care what he did, he a rat still
And I said what I said don't @ me
Street rapper contract, top athlete
Two M's after tax, that was last week
Lowkey, but the block still attack me
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
Killing her shit, got two hands on her waist
While I'm beating her shit, she be taking it all
Okay, okay, okay, okay (Greet, greet)
Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shit if it's money involved
Okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah
Killing her shit, got two hands on her waist
While I'm beating her shit, she be taking it all
Okay, okay, okay, okay (Greet, greet)

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones, Wesley Glass & Dwayne Richardson.

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