Runners by Trilly Trills Lyrics
[Chorus: Trilly Trills]
Uh, at the dock with the brothers
Scoping everything niggas like Scott Summers
Loaded up the cargo and we bout to burn rubber
Get the job done when you moving with the runners
Yeah we open up and you out of gear
Hit the off ramp and we outta here
If the money right holla then we might appear
Hit the turnpike and we outta here
[Verse 1: Trilly Trils]
The whole city want something real so uproot
Flexible with the style like I'm studying kung-fu
Sitting at the dock of the port rocking my duck boots
Hit it on the head then fled like duck duck goose
Number 1 runners, hot boy stunnas
Whoa kemosabe we coming off with the plunder
Full time with the grind they working PT
Start it up the V12 is in the GT
Hair blowing catching air from the fan blades
Wild for the night bitch we on a rampage
Uh dinner at 8 we go and switch the clothes
Tear the roof off I’m really flipping modes
[Chorus: Trilly Trills]
Uh, at the dock with the brothers
Scoping everything niggas like Scott Summers
Loaded up the cargo and we bout to burn rubber
Get the job done when you moving with the runners
Yeah we open up and you out of gear
Hit the off ramp and we outta here
If the money right holla then we might appear
Hit the turnpike and we outta here
[Verse 2: B Wells]
It's never too late to change, true story
You waiting on niggas to help you, that get boring
Get ya rainboots and thangs cuz it's pouring
You can be wet and fly look I’m soaring
Ladies like D but they more impressed with scoring
The hood ain't trying to pull up in Fords the want foreigns
Sitting on top of the hill just like Lauryn
Sweetest thing I've ever known, I'm sure of it
I'm a hood dude the voice of the unfortunate
The platform is to get on the track and straight torture it
See my words melt on the beat yall be forcing it
I don't just heat up the booth I be scorching it
[Chorus: Trilly Trills]
Uh, at the dock with the brothers
Scoping everything niggas like Scott Summers
Loaded up the cargo and we bout to burn rubber
Get the job done when you moving with the runners
Yeah we open up and you out of gear
Hit the off ramp and we outta here
If the money right holla then we might appear
Hit the turnpike and we outta here
Uh, at the dock with the brothers
Scoping everything niggas like Scott Summers
Loaded up the cargo and we bout to burn rubber
Get the job done when you moving with the runners
Yeah we open up and you out of gear
Hit the off ramp and we outta here
If the money right holla then we might appear
Hit the turnpike and we outta here
[Verse 1: Trilly Trils]
The whole city want something real so uproot
Flexible with the style like I'm studying kung-fu
Sitting at the dock of the port rocking my duck boots
Hit it on the head then fled like duck duck goose
Number 1 runners, hot boy stunnas
Whoa kemosabe we coming off with the plunder
Full time with the grind they working PT
Start it up the V12 is in the GT
Hair blowing catching air from the fan blades
Wild for the night bitch we on a rampage
Uh dinner at 8 we go and switch the clothes
Tear the roof off I’m really flipping modes
[Chorus: Trilly Trills]
Uh, at the dock with the brothers
Scoping everything niggas like Scott Summers
Loaded up the cargo and we bout to burn rubber
Get the job done when you moving with the runners
Yeah we open up and you out of gear
Hit the off ramp and we outta here
If the money right holla then we might appear
Hit the turnpike and we outta here
[Verse 2: B Wells]
It's never too late to change, true story
You waiting on niggas to help you, that get boring
Get ya rainboots and thangs cuz it's pouring
You can be wet and fly look I’m soaring
Ladies like D but they more impressed with scoring
The hood ain't trying to pull up in Fords the want foreigns
Sitting on top of the hill just like Lauryn
Sweetest thing I've ever known, I'm sure of it
I'm a hood dude the voice of the unfortunate
The platform is to get on the track and straight torture it
See my words melt on the beat yall be forcing it
I don't just heat up the booth I be scorching it
[Chorus: Trilly Trills]
Uh, at the dock with the brothers
Scoping everything niggas like Scott Summers
Loaded up the cargo and we bout to burn rubber
Get the job done when you moving with the runners
Yeah we open up and you out of gear
Hit the off ramp and we outta here
If the money right holla then we might appear
Hit the turnpike and we outta here