YSN TM - Run It (feat. 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 f*ck 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