Run It In - Yhung T.O.

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 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

Always keep it on me, 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