Ran Off Wit It

Lyrics

[Intro: Slimmy B] Hit-Boy Uh [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] On the block, but my shoes cost a ten Tints on the bus, I need you and a friend I don't want to talk, lil' bitch, run it in Big body, yes, when I'm sliding in the Benz Loafing with that nigga, you get popped with him How he 'posed to run if them shots hit him? D's in my mouth so I talk different First we did it, then them niggas ran off with it [Verse 1: Slimmy B] Why these niggas tryna ride a nigga wave? (Nigga wave) Another hundred bands in the bank (In the bank) I'm a bad boy like Ma$e (Like Ma$e) Real thug nigga to the grave (To the grave) I be ridin' 'round with this K (With this drake) Nigga, all I know is gas, no brakes (On the gas) If you gon' throw that ass back, don't play (Don't play) But I don't want to hit it if it stank (On the...) Big drip, Off-White, nigga, this ain't beige (Nope) Thought you was the one, broke bitch, but you ain't (But you ain't) Thought I was in love with your ass 'til I came ('Til I came) Like Tyga with this .40, nigga, you could get a taste, on the gang [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] On the block, but my shoes cost a ten Tints on the bus, I need you and a friend I don't want to talk, lil' bitch, run it in Big body, yes, when I'm sliding in the Benz Loafing with that nigga, you get popped with him How he 'posed to run if them shots hit him? D's in my mouth so I talk different First we did it, then them niggas ran off with it [Verse 2: DaBoii] In the lab, making hits, I'm with Hit-Boy (Hit-Boy) Ten bands on your head'll get you hit, boy I got a thing for pocket rockets that make big noise And I just got my nut quick, she still enjoy I know a nigga getting old, still got big toys Bro'll get the job done, still an employee Why you scared to let her choose? That's the bitch choice And I won't pop out to your show without my invoice On your block, caliber leave a hundred Have you crying out for help while you seeing colors Why the fuck they always callin' when they needin' something? And you can be what you want but you being nothing, bitch [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] On the block, but my shoes cost a ten Tints on the bus, I need you and a friend I don't want to talk, lil' bitch, run it in Big body, yes, when I'm sliding in the Benz Loafing with that nigga, you get popped with him How he 'posed to run if them shots hit him? D's in my mouth so I talk different First we did it, then them niggas ran off with it [Outro: Yhung T.O.] Ran off with it