Runnin City Girls

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay
Marii Beatz, turn me up

[Pre-Chorus: JT]
I'm fuckin' with boss niggas that keep a gun in they pants
Never complain 'bout bein' broke
'Cause they just runnin' they bands
You full of flaw niggas, the runners they hold out they hands
And got no money in the bank, but always on Instagram, flexin' bands

[Chorus: Yung Miami, JT & Both]
Keep runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin' yo' mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Keep on thinkin' that your nigga faithful, I'ma cum in his mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Keep runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin' yo' mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Keep on thinkin' that your nigga faithful, I'ma cum in his mouth (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Yung Miami & JT]
All these niggas they be hoes cuffin', City Girls could've been got 'em
Every day they in my inbox, I'm a real bitch, I don't screenshot 'em
Chanel on me when I roll up, boss bitches sip, we don't roll up
Pussy good, every stroke, he like hold up
He ain't tryin' nothin', he like hold up
I’m fuckin' with real niggas, they makin' them boss moves (Boss moves)
I kick that lil' bitch in her mouth (Mouth), now I got bloody shoes
You a lil' thot bitch, you fuckin' the whole crew (Ayy, ayy)
My pussy got a new car smell, this shit brand new (This shit brand new)
This pussy ain't yours, don't claim it (Claim it)
Every nigga I fuck, they nameless
If he tryna expose, he brainless
My niggas don't play, they aimin'
I love me a lowkey dude
Send him pics, he don't need the nudes
Real niggas gon' pay they dues
If you a broke dude, I'ma cut you loose (Ayy, ayy)