Lyrics Yhung T.O. – Run It In
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In a car full of straps
Nigga, ask around, I put my gang on the map
Went and signed a deal and put my gang on my back
Sold out shows, shout out to them people in the back
Don’t know me but you love me, I can tell that that’s some fake shit
How you ballin’ with no car? Nigga, that don’t even make sense
I been OT on the road ’cause I take trips
In and out of states, in and out the bank
Pullin’ up soon as you call, you ain’t gotta wait
Might just spend the night but I don’t gotta stay
You know you a real one when her mama say
Let them hoes alone ’cause them bitches basic
Had them niggas on hold but I got tired of waitin’
See me in the Maserati, I was lane changin’
Now she talkin’ ’bout she wanna make changes
Got a lot of money but a nigga ain’t changin’
And I still miss all of my niggas who ain’t make it
Watch how you be talkin’ with that chain ’cause bro’ll take it
Don’t know how I’m feelin’ ’cause it’s hard for me to say it
Heard you got a bag, baby, run it in
You know where I’m from, it ain’t no pretend
I’ll never leave without this pole again
Goin’ through some things, tryna hold it in
Nigga ask about the game but it can’t be told
Niggas still tuckin’ chains, niggas can’t be bold
Never seen a bitch that can’t be sold
And that’s on my mama, nigga, I won’t fold
Diamonds in my mouth but it’s still white gold
Your bitch chose me and that I know
Never switchin’ on the homies, that I know
Gotta keep a .40, and that’s on me
I got all these motherfuckin’ racks on me
Lil’ baby wanna throw it back on me
But first, girl, you gotta throw it back on Sheik
First, girl, you gotta throw it back on Streets
You can lean all you want, bitch, not on me
You can play with them but you can’t with me
What the fuck is a Glock? I got a K on me
Hella tats on my face and they won’t leave
Shout out to them niggas tryna slide on me
Know you mad that I’m rich, I could take a nigga’s bitch
I ain’t never been a ho, I ain’t never been a simp
No cap, I ain’t never had no brim
We got hella clips, shoot a motherfuckin’ film
Lights on my neck when it’s motherfuckin’ dim
Chop on my leg so I walk with a limp
Heard you got a bag, baby, run it in
You know where I’m from, it ain’t no pretend
I’ll never leave without this pole again
Goin’ through some things, tryna hold it in
Nigga ask about the game but it can’t be told
Niggas still tuckin’ chains, niggas can’t be bold
Never seen a bitch that can’t be sold
And that’s on my mama, nigga, I won’t fold
Diamonds in my mouth but it’s still white gold
Your bitch chose me and that I know
Always keep it on me, that I know
Never switchin’ on the homies, that I know
