text: Am I really hard to please?
  Perhaps I have such special needs
  I wondered what was wrong with me 
  My friends all fall so easily 
  Called the first one Savage Mode, my mood, thats what it was 
  2016, we was ridin around, beatin niggas up in the club
  I know she around for the money, but act like she loyal, I dont feel the love 
  Im so rich, get bored, might wake up, buy me a car just cause 
  Her titties is hard cause she spent a five, my bitch titties cost me a dub 
  All my bitches got BBLs, all my bitches got butts 
  I aint with thе rap beef, Draco pedophile, all of my opps get touchеd 
  We aint never ran off on no barber, but we still be hoppin out cuts 
  Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
  Runnin, runnin, I leave all my cars
  Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
  Runnin, runnin, all my opps be
  Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
  Runnin, runnin, wipe his nose, it was
  Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
  Runnin, runnin, Savage never did no
  That Clasé for your wife , that hookah for your wife 
  Im Slaughter Gang, pussy, you know I brought my knife 
  He was talkin gangster , we caught him at a light 
  I let my young nigga do it, it was free, he wanted a stripe 
  Havin my way with the cheese, Im in the den with the thieves 
  I know that she ratchet, I could tell by the way that she wearin her weave 
  Smokin on zaza, this shit came out the garden with Adam and Eve 
  Chopper go fow-fow, shoot up your pow-wow, niggas tryna make yall bleed 
  Got out of line, spanked that baby, we had to rock him to sleep 
  Is it a issue? Keep me a pistol, I aint finna diss you 
  All that pillow talk, Ima have to send The Boogeyman to come get you
  Chain hang low like a yo-yo, your bitch ridin dick like pogo
  Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
  Runnin, runnin, I leave all my cars
  Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
  Runnin, runnin, all my opps be
  Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
  Runnin, runnin, wipe his nose, it was
  Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
  Runnin, runnin, Savage never did no
  I brought a Hollywood bitch to Club Crucial 
  I was at the Met Gala with my shooter 
  Slaughter Gang, Gang, we dont do recruitin 
  Say you ready to catch a body, gotta prove it
  Gotta prove that shit, nigga
  Shit aint no motherfuckin game, nigga
  Get your bitch ass whacked, nigga
  Big facts, big 4L, nigga
  Big Zone 6, nigga
  We run the motherfuckin city, nigga
  Yall niggas know what the fuck goin on, nigga
  Body for body, nigga, money for money, nigga
  We skunkin everybody
  Fuck your crew, nigga, well kill your crew
  Pussy, pussy, pussy
  Are things better or worse the second time around?
  Can we really do anything more than once?