TG Run It

Ayy, pass me the one with the button on it, nigga

The opps be runnin'

When they run into us, they don't really wanna run into us

So they be runnin' when they run into us

So y'all know who run it, them niggas don't run it

We run it (you know that, come on, you know that)

He said he a shooter, but none of his opps got shot

This shit ain't addin' up (dumb-ass bitch)

One of the opps so goofy, hugged up with a groupie

He ain't see us ridin' up (his dumb ass)

Put bullets all up in his head, I knew he was dead

You would think I was linin' him up

Spin through they shit two times, if he ain't on point

Bounce out and I'm firin' him up (baow, baow)

You ain't tryna kill, so why is you up in this car

You basically slidin' for nothin' (your bitch ass)

Tryna go hang with the opps, got his dumb ass shot

He basically died for nothin' (his dumb ass)

Bounced out on one of the opps, he ain't try to run

He knew that his time was comin'

How you my brother if you don't even check up on me?

You always askin' for money (your broke ass)

Kit up an SRT, this ain't my whip

But I'm still gon' come through stuntin'

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 bitch be jumpin' (brr, baow)

Niggas ain't play with me up in the county

I did it ten months, ain't do no bumpin' (you know that)

Let the opps play at the show, they get left at the door

Me and Backend walk out dumpin'

I know a nigga got hit in the head

But he ain't dead, this shit like a pumpkin

We doin' the opps so bad, that shit 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)

Nigga, I'm ready to crash, I don't give a fuck, go ask

I'm a young rich dummy (you know that)

They ain't see it comin', I walked up trippin' and stumblin'

Playin' drunk, dressed up like a junkie

I'm young and dumb, nigga, I'll go to the country

And have a shootout with a honky

The lil' bitch stank, but you know that I'm gon' still hit her

Lil Vono, he gon' get funky

I don't wanna slide with the Drac', I can't control it

That bitch got kick like a donkey (rrah, rrah, rrah)

Niggas be gay, I remember back in the day

He was skippin' the hoes on Monkey (fuckin' bitch ass)

Just got a Glock 21, this bitch so chunky

I'ma call this bitch Tim Duncan

Bounce out on the opps with these big-ass .308s

They thought they got shot by some Russians (they bitch ass)

Chase him right down, put the bitch right to his head

Tryna give his dumb ass a concussion

My mama kept tellin' me the streets gettin' wild

She ain't know I'm the one that be causin' the ruckus (it's me)

I was gon' leave it alone, but I'm killin' his mama

'Cause the bitch keep tryna get justice

Just got a lo' on an opp, four deep in the fin-fin

Runnin' through lights, we rushin'

Every time we spin on some block and bounce out on the opps

I promise I'm chasin' the toughest

Nigga, I paid a G for this brand-new Glock

I will not be throwin' no punches (dumbass)

One of the opps in school, he thinkin' he safe

I'ma fuck 'round, shoot up his lunches (brr, brr)

It's like three of my opps in a chair, two got shit-bagged

And one on crutches

He thinkin' that lil' bitch loyal, he up in the county

She out here fuckin'

The opps do not shoot back, I let off the switch

They ass start duckin' (they bitch ass)

My shorty 'nem out here turnt

Word around town, TG get buckets (you know that)

You can't take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen

'Fore lil' hot burn your muffin (dumbass)

I posted his best friend dead

And his bitch ass still ain't come do nothin' (his bitch 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 goin' in the store

I think he was gettin' 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 killin' they ass)

Bounced out on him, the nigga was clockin' his shift

We caught his ass doin' a double (his bitch ass)

I'ma say it again, when I'm in the back of the hot

I promise you niggas in trouble, go

The opps don't run shit, the opps be runnin' from us

Them niggas know what's up, the opps know what's up

Everybody know what's up, we is standin' on top of shit

Standin' on shit, man, free the whole TG, man