Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Running Man, artist - Casper TNG.
Date of issue: 14.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Running Man |
Uh, fly into Neverland |
Brand new .38 and it never jam |
Three eight like butter on my bread and jam |
Hit the running man |
I’ma pull up on his block, he hit the running man |
Ayy |
Peter pan, he gon' fly into Neverland |
Brand new .38 and it never jam |
Three eight like butter on my bread and jam |
No trace, no case, I just hit the dash |
I’ma pull up on his block, he hit the running man |
All he hear is thirty shots when he running, man |
Pull up on his block, hit the running man |
Best believe I’m right behind with my gun in hand |
We the ones putting up new cameras |
Do a drill then swap for the hammer |
We the ones, big chains, can’t jam us |
We the ones got downtown onto madness |
Police, freeze, dance for the camera |
And I smoke like green lantern |
Smoking on new opps on Saturn |
Shawty got a man, that don’t really matter |
I’ve seen real niggas turn into fake niggas |
Seen lil' niggas growing up to spank niggas |
And if you don’t know my team then you late, nigga |
We the ones with your bitch chilling by the lake, nigga |
He was sleeping, heard the shots, he awake |
If I’m on your block, I’m shooting unless somebody get him baked |
I’ma cook 'em like a cake |
Bullets faster than running but I hit him it’s fate |
But that’s just the way we play, nigga |
Peter pan, he gon' fly into Neverland |
Brand new .38 and it never jam |
Three eight like butter on my bread and jam |
No trace, no case, I just hit the dash |
I’ma pull up on his block, he hit the running man |
All he hear is thirty shots when he running, man |
Pull up on his block, hit the running man |
Best believe I’m right behind with my gun in hand |
Peter pan, he gon' fly into Neverland |
Brand new .38 and it never jam |
Three eight like butter on my bread and jam |
No trace, no case, I just hit the dash |
I’ma pull up on his block, he hit the running man |
All he hear is thirty shots when he running, man |
Pull up on his block, hit the running man |
Best believe I’m right behind with my gun in hand |
I’ma make the whole crowd do the running man |
Black gloves, black mask, no evidence |
Then it’s back to the trap, do my money dance |
What you know 'bout counting up hundred bands? |
Shawty say I’m so fly like I’m Peter Pan |
Said she want to take a ride off to Neverland |
When it’s time, I’ma ride with my gun in hand |
Pull up on your block hit the running man |
To be honest, I’m a trapaholic |
Tell me get him, I’ma hit him, that’s regardless |
Paper around me, all I see is monsters |
My block cloudy, new ganja |
Every man hot sauce, we lava |
Sell 'lotta food like we Loblaws |
Don’t diss me, you don’t want trauma |
Gotta llama, deal with you proper |
I’ma make the whole crowd do the running man |
Black gloves, black mask, no evidence |
Then it’s back to the trap, do my money dance |
Then it’s back to the trap, do my money dance |
I’ma make the whole crowd do the running man |
Black gloves black mask no evidence |
Then it’s back to the trap, do my money dance |
Then it’s back to the trap, do my money dance |
Peter pan, he gon' fly into Neverland |
Brand new .38 and it never jam |
Three eight like butter on my bread and jam |
No trace, no case, I just hit the dash |
I’ma pull up on his block, he hit the running man |
All he hear is thirty shots when he running, man |
Pull up on his block, hit the running man |
Best believe I’m right behind with my gun in hand |
Peter pan, he gon' fly into Neverland |
Brand new .38 and it never jam |
Three eight like butter on my bread and jam |
No trace, no case, I just hit the dash |
I’ma pull up on his block, he hit the running man |
All he hear is thirty shots when he running, man |
Pull up on his block, hit the running man |
Best believe I’m right behind with my gun in hand |