[Intro: ScHoolboy Q]
Fuck you running for, n***a?
Ayy, n***a, come here, n***a
Let me try that hat on
I told you come over here, stupid bitch
Come over here with that weak ass hat
You bitch ass n***a

[Verse: Tyler, The Creator]
All y'all n***as smoking y'all brains out
In the car called life, took the lame route
Going nowhere fast, but you think that you not
'Cause you never hesitate to take the thang out
In the drop top, pop the trunk then pop-pop
At his drop top, took another lame out
Oh, you the big n***a? Take a hit, n***a
Well, I hope you understand you ain't shit, n***a
'Cause them n***as whole purpose is to get n***as
And make sure that your mama cry the pain out
Now that gang's out to get you, but you stuck in the same house
N***a never came out, wow
It's a shame how you got sucked in that life
But hey, man, at least you got a name now
They say you a "real n***a" 'cause you kill n***as
Nuts for that ice and that cream banana peel n***as
Banana clips spill, n***as wanna bang out
For approval, boy, you can't even hang out
That light you hit, it was the light I held
That's why you never ever see me with my chain out
I don't need to, truth they don't feed you
Lies what they got on their plate, they gon' eat you
They got a homie called Karma, he gon' meet you
Better look the other way if he ever see you
And run as fast as you can, n***a
[Outro: ScHoolboy Q & Toro y Moi]
I'm runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin'
That's the shit I be talkin' 'bout, though (I'm runnin', I'm runnin')
We ain't tryna hear that shit, my n***a (I'm runnin')
Cuz, stay preachy, cuz (I'm runnin')
Like, n***a, come on, homie (I'm runnin')
I don't wanna hear that shit
Preachy shit, my n***a
Yeah, we all black, who give a fuck, cuz?
I'm runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin'
I don't give a fuck, n***a
Whatchu mean?