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lirik lagu vonoff1700 - tg run it

[intro]
ayy, pass me the one with the b~tton on it, n~gga
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 n~ggas don’t run it, we run it (you know that, come on, you know that)

[verse]
he said he a shooter, but none of his opps got shot, this sh~t ain’t addin’ up (dumb~ass b~tch)
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 sh~t two times, if he ain’t on point, bounce out and i’m firin’ him up (baow, baow)
you ain’t tryna k!ll, so why is you up in this car? you basically slidin’ for nothin’ (your b~tch 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, hе ain’t try to run, he knew that his time was comin’
how you my brothеr 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 b~tch be jumpin’ (brr, baow)
n~ggas 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 n~gga got hit in the head, but he ain’t dead, this sh~t like a pumpkin
we doin’ the opps so bad, that sh~t 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)
n~gga, i’m ready to crash, i don’t give a f~ck, 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, n~gga, i’ll go to the country and have a shootout with a honky
the lil’ b~tch 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 b~tch got kick like a donkey (rrah, rrah, rrah)
n~ggas be g~y, i remember back in the day, he was skippin’ the hoes on monkey (f~ckin’ b~tch ass)
just got a glock 21, this b~tch so chunky, i’ma call this b~tch tim duncan
bounce out on the opps with these big~ass .308s, they thought they got shot by some russians (they b~tch ass)
chase him right down, put the b~tch 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 k!llin’ his mama ’cause the b~tch 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
n~gga, 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 f~ck ’round, shoot up his lunches (brr, brr)
it’s like three of my opps in a chair, two got sh~t~bagged, and one on crutches
he thinkin’ that lil’ b~tch loyal, he up in the county, she out here f~ckin’
the opps do not shoot back, i let off the switch, they ass start duckin’ (they b~tch ass)
my shorty ‘nem out here turnt, word around town, tg get buckets (you know that)
you can’t take the heat, get the f~ck out the kitchen ‘fore lil’ hot burn your m~ffin (dumbass)
i posted his best friend dead and his b~tch ass still ain’t come do nothin’ (his b~tch 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 k!llin’ they ass)
bounced out on him, the n~gga was clockin’ his shift, we caught his ass doin’ a double (his b~tch ass)

[outro]
the opps don’t run sh~t, the opps be runnin’ from us
them n~ggas know what’s up, the opps know what’s up, everybody know what’s up
we is standin’ on top of sh~t, standin’ on sh~t, man
free the whole tg, man, turnt up, not burnt up

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