Run It In

(album: On My Momma 2 - 2019)

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
20 years old and I ain't never did no fake shit
Don't know me but you love me, I can tell that that's some fake shit
How you balling 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
Pulling 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 waiting
See me in the Maserati, I was lane changing
Now she talking 'bout she wanna make changes
Got a lot of money but a nigga ain't changing
And I still miss all of my niggas who ain't make it
Watch how you be talking with that chain 'cause bro'll take it
Don't know how I'm feeling '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
Going through some things, tryna hold it in
Nigga ask about the game but it can't be told
Niggas still tucking 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 switching on the homies, that I know

Gotta keep a .40, and that's on me
I got all these motherfucking 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 motherfucking film
Lights on my neck when it's motherfucking 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
Going through some things, tryna hold it in
Nigga ask about the game but it can't be told
Niggas still tucking 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 switching on the homies, that I know