Chords for 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - Runnin (Official Music Video)

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_ _ _ _ _ I'm so rich get bored might wake up buy me a car just cuz
I got titties is hard cuz she spend the fire my bitch see the cock me a dub
All my bitches got BBL's all my bitches got push traders
I ain't with the rap be jacko pedophile all my opps get turned straighter
We ain't never ran I won't know barber we still be hopping out cushion
Running, running, [Eb] running, running, running, running
I leave all my cars running, running, running, running, running, running
All my opps be running, running, running, running, running, running
White as nose it was running, running, running, running, running, running
[Abm] Savage never did [Ebm] no
That closet for your wife that hookah for your wife
I'm slow to gain pussy you know I brought my knife
He was talking gangsta [Eb] we caught him at a light
Said let my young nigga do it it was free he wanted a stripe
[Ebm] Having my way with the cheese I'm in the den with the D's
I know that she ratchet I can tell by the way that she wearing E's
Smoking on Zaza this shit came out the garden with Adam and Eve
I'ma go 5-5 shoot up your pot while I'm trying to make y'all bleed
Got out of line [Eb] spanked that baby we had to rock on the street
Instead of issue keep me a pistol I ain't finna ditch you pussy
[Ebm] All that pillow talk I'ma have the city boogie man to come get you
Chain hang low like a yo-yo you bitch trying to act like Pogo
Running, running, [Eb] running, running, running, running
I leave all my cards
Running, running, running, running, running, running
All my R's be
Running, running, running, running, running, [Ebm] running
White as an old zipper
Running, running, running, running, running, running
Savage never did no
How about a Hollywood, bitch the club crucial
I was at the Met Gala with my shooter
Slaughter gang gang we don't do recruiting
Say you ready to catch a fight he's gotta prove it
Gotta prove that shit
Shit ain't no motherfucking game
Your bitch a wack
Big fat, big 4L, big zone 6
We run the motherfucking city nigga y'all niggas know what the fuck going on
I ain't got no money for money, no, I'm scotting everybody
Fuck your crew nigga we'll kill you
Pussy, pussy, pussy _
Hey y'all that's right I don't trust you I don't trust you _ _ _ _