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' b*tch, run it in
Big body, yes, when I'm sliding in the Benz
Loafing with that n*gga, 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 n*ggas ran off with it

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
Why these n*ggas tryna ride a n*gga wave? (n*gga wave)
Another hundred bands in the bank (In the bank)
I'm a bad boy like Ma$e (Like Ma$e)
Real thug n*gga to the grave (To the grave)
I be ridin' 'round with this K (With this drake)
n*gga, 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, n*gga, this ain't beige (Nope)
Thought you was the one, broke b*tch, 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, n*gga, 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' b*tch, run it in
Big body, yes, when I'm sliding in the Benz
Loafing with that n*gga, 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 b*tch 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 f*ck they always callin' when they needin' something?
And you can be what you want but you being nothing, b*tch

[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' b*tch, run it in
Big body, yes, when I'm sliding in the Benz
Loafing with that n*gga, 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 n*ggas ran off with it
[Outro: Yhung T.O.]
Ran off with it