TG Run It Lyrics – VonOff1700

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[Intro]
Ayy, pass me the one with the button on it, n!gga
The opps be running
When they run into us, they don’t really wanna run into us, so they be running when they run into us
So y’all know who run it, them n!ggas don’t run it, we run it (You know that, come on, you know that)

[Verse]
He said he a shooter, but none of his opps got shot, this s*it ain’t adding up (Dumb-ass b!tch)
One of the opps so goofy, hunged over with a groupie, he ain’t see us riding up (His dumb ass)
Put bullets all up in his head, I knew he was dead, you would think I was lining him up
Spin through they s*it two times, if he ain’t on point, bounce out and I’m firing him up (Baow, baow)
You ain’t tryna kill, so why is you up in this car? You basically sliding for nothing (Your b!tch ass)
Tryna go hang with the opps, got his dumb ass shot, he basically died for nothing (His dumb ass)
Bounced out on one of the opps, he ain’t try to run, he knew that his time was coming
How you my brother if you don’t even check up on me? You always asking for money (Your broke ass)
Kit up an SRT, this ain’t my whip, but I’m still gon’ come through stunting
Bounced out with a Curry and when I got back in the whip, my clip had an Andre Drummond
Just me and the gang and we got three hundred shots whenever we walk in the function (You know that, you know that)
Just got a ten with a Vec’ and a box on the back, need a grip ’cause that b!tch be jumping (Brr, baow)
N!ggas ain’t played with me up in the county, I did it ten months, ain’t do no bumping (You know that)
Let the opps play at the show, they get left at the door, me and Backend walk out dumping
I know a n!gga got hit in the head, but he ain’t dead, leave his s*it like a pumpkin
We doing the opps so bad, that s*it so sad, I promise that ain’t even funny
Hit his ass all in his legs, when he fall on his back, put bullet holes all in his tummy (You know that)
N!gga, I’m ready to crash, I don’t give a fu*k, go ask, I’m a young rich dummy (You know that)
They ain’t see it coming, I walked up tripping and stumbling, playing drunk, dressed up like a junkie
I’m young and dumb, n!gga, I’ll go to the country and have a shootout with a Hungan
The lil’ b!tch stank, but you know that I’m gon’ still hit her, lil’ Vonno, he gon’ get funky
I don’t wanna slide with the Drac’, I can’t control it, that b!tch got kick like a donkey (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
N!ggas be gay, I remember back in the day, he was skipping the hoes on Monkey (Fu*king b!tch ass)
Just got a Glock 21, this b!tch so chunky, I’ma call this b!tch Tim Duncan
Bounce out on the opps with these big-ass .308s, they thought they got shot by some Russians (They b!tch ass)
Chase him right down, put the b!tch right to his head tryna give his dumb ass a concussion (Come here, come here, you know that)
My mama kept telling me the streets getting wild, she ain’t know I’m the one that be causing the ruckus (It’s me)
I was gon’ leave it alone, but I’m killing his mama ’cause the b!tch keep tryna get justice
Just got a lo’ on an opp, four deep in the fin-fin, running through lights, we rushing
Every time we spin on some block and bounce out on the opps, I promise I’m chasing the toughest

N!gga, I paid a G for this brand-new Glock, I will not be throwing no punches (Dumbass)
One of the opps in school, he thinking he safe, I’ma fu*k ’round, shoot up his lunches (Brr, brr)
It’s like three of my opps in a chair, two got s*it-bagged and one on crutches
He thinking that lil’ b!tch loyal, he up in the county, she out here fu*king
The opps do not shoot back, I let off the switch, they ass start ducking (They b!tch ass)
My shorty ‘nem out here turnt, word around town, TG get buckets (You know that)
You can’t take the heat, get the fu*k out the kitchen ‘fore lil’ hot burn your muffin (Dumbass)
I posted his best friend dead and his b!tch ass still ain’t come do nothing (His b!tch ass)
I’m in the hood right now with a brr on me and two hundred up in the duffle (You know that)
Please don’t come tryna fight, I’ma take your life, put bullet holes all in his knuckles
Bounced out on him, caught his ass going in the store, I think he was getting some Ruffles (His dumb ass)
How many opps I shot? I don’t know, but I promise it’s more than a couple (We be killing they ass)
Bounced out on him, the n!gga was clocking his shift, we caught his ass doing a double (His b!tch ass)
I’ma say it again, when I’m in the back of the hot, I promise you n!ggas in trouble, go

[Outro]
The opps don’t run s*it, the opps be running from us
Them n!ggas know what’s up, the opps know what’s up, everybody know what’s up
We is standing on top of s*it, standing on s*it, man
Free the whole TG, man, turnt up, not burnt up