Текст песни TG Run It - VonOff1700

Ay, 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, hunged over 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 a 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 300 shots whenever we walk in the function (you know that, you know that)
Just got a 10 with a Vec' and a box on the back, need a grip 'cause that bitch be jumpin' (brr, baow)

Niggas ain't played 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, his shit like a pumpkin
We doin' the opps so bad, that shit so sad, I promise it ain't even funny

Hit his ass all in his leg, 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' Vonno, 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 hos 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 (come here, come here, you know that)
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 was rushin'
E'ry time we spin us a 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 opp do not shoot back, I let off the switch, they ass start duckin' (they bitch ass)
My shawty '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 200 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, e'rybody know what's up
We is standin' on top of shit, standin' on shit, man
Free the whole TG, man, turnt up, not burnt up