Running Away From Home Lyrics by Quando Rondo & NBA YoungBoy is the latest English song from 3860 Album. Running Away From Home Lyrics are written by Quando Rondo, Mekai B, Prod Frank & Blakevalid while the song is produced by Mekai B, Prod Frank & Blakevalid.
Running Away From Home Song Details:
| Song: | Running Away From Home |
| Singer(s): | Quando Rondo & NBA YoungBoy |
| Produced by: | Mekai B, Prod Frank & Blakevalid |
| Written by: | Quando Rondo, Mekai B, Prod Frank & Blakevalid |
Running Away From Home Lyrics
QRN, yeah
The streets call, and I come
Diamonds dancin’, shawty how you shine, my watch
So romantic, tatted on my leg, Jakiyah
Ghost Phantom, swervin’ through the town, night life
A big fan on me, hundred thousand dollars Off White
You know C a nasty dealer, wrap a brick up like a veteran
All my niggas killers, they gon’ step for them dead presidents
My heart cold, no December, hundred pistols at my residence
Turn to a killer ’bout Jakira, even though I know she mad at me
Jump out bustin’ OG street, then watch him bleed, forever rep thе gang
I lost my cousin to that heat, so, I ain’t been to sleep since Saturday
I got mud all on my feet, and blood on my 10.27 chain
This for [?], RIP Lil D, I wanna see you graduate
Don’t givе a fuck about that family shit, I’ll trade it for some loyalty
On demon time in this Palm Angel fit, the reason she adorin’ me
P-Playin’ with my heart some dangerous shit, why you ignorin’ me?
Complainin’ ’bout the smallest, bae, when you got all the royalties
I just took a shower wit the money, had to rinse it off
I don’t need no stylist, brand new Rollie, Prada kicks, and all
Just like them twin towers, all ’bout you, I come through, knock ’em down
I threw in the towel, cut ’em off, no, I don’t want ’em ’round
Everyday a challenge when you climbin’, grindin’ out the ground
Posted in the bando, sippin’ lean from out of styrofoam
Lil’ shawty, she the baddest, she just wanna fly to California
4×4 G Wagon AMG, no, not a fuckin’ Hummer (Yeah)
You know C a nasty dealer, wrap a brick up like a veteran
All my niggas killers, they gon’ step for them dead presidents
My heart cold, no December, hundred pistols at my residence
Turn to a killer ’bout Jakira, even though I know she mad at me
Jump out bustin’ OG street, then watch him bleed, forever rep the gang
I lost my cousin to that heat, so, I ain’t been to sleep since Saturday
I got mud all on my feet, and blood on my 10.27 chain
This for [?], RIP Lil D, I wanna see you graduate