Run It ft. Braxs Lyrics

Ayy, Sly VT

Mob, ayy

I'm with TM, bitch

Ayy, let's get it

Hold on, ayy, bitch

All my niggas tryna ball to the wind

Ayy, gang slidin' down

Got the top in that fan, down, bitch

You tryna diss the gang, you a fan

If we can't find your ass, we gon' slide on your man

Niggas broke, pull up talkin

Prolly never tested damage, tryna fuck up the wave

You ain't never get a chance

Niggas actin' tough, got a Glock, you finna spark a mug

Make em' double dutch, momma's boss, she wanna tell me tough

She make that ass clap, clap

Tell her, shake it on the floor

Me a bitch for the gang, man, you know that she gon' go

Who the fam? This ain't no OTM

We double up, my young nigga like a slime

Boy, you don't know I built no cheap ass, nigga

We know you ain't never touched a chain

Told him, free all my dawgs that been locked up in the vet

These ain't checkers, got a Glock and hit em' in the chest

My young nigga in the lab, feel it like he giant test

Game is cruisin' in our way

Don't play it sad, you can always get it back

It ain't never gon' be late

They finna cash out the bank

Go hit up Chase

Send a tank emergency, she tryna get it tight

You ain't talkin' dividends, thinkin' I'm on Feds

Got me a pocket boy, I made that in a dash

And I'm here slidin', pay that price, I might just run off of my place

Watch me wear a nigga t-shirt

I swear to God, where he gon' lay

Never land an OVO, but I'm bouncin' out with zero

And I ain't tryna hit your head, I'm tryna hit a nigga face

I'm flexin' in the party with this pole, I might just have to take

Thinkin' bout some dead op runs, I might just have to take

We ain't talkin' bout no money, broke ass boys so good

We ain't talkin' bout no money, broke ass boys so good

We ain't talkin' bout no money, broke ass boys so good

Away from all of them, I can't keep a pipe right now

So kill his boyfriend, kill his friend

And anybody, take this b-shit to the grave

Thought he lost his damn life, cause he actin' too damn brave

Swear to God, today I'll catch him, promise you

He won't be saved, you ain't never got shot

Word around, boy, you got grades, come on

Man, I'm the youngest nigga trappin

I don't knock the way, real talk, I just been stalkin

I'm so fast, nigga, boy, you softer than a 9-pin

Lil' J lil' point his ass out, I might just whack him

Come on, get on that line

Like a three-point stand

Like a three-point stand

Lil' bitch, hear this damn song, I bet she do her dance

I'm a real stepper in the field, but I ain't talkin' split

Steppin' out the limbo, see lil' b-rats in the Porsche

Actin' like you on that damn tip, then that's gon' get you worse

I'm on top to shoot you in your face, but I don't got no remorse