RTG Chimilly - Ran Wit It Lyrics

Ayy, they gave me a deal, and I ran with it

68711 out the gate, I saw my man shit
I had to hit the streets, my hand was itchin
I ain't had no plans, niggas tryna take me out
But I'm bussin' back, that's why I stand different

Ayy, I walk with a limp, bitch, I keep it on
Gotta stay away from them f*ckin' niggas
They try to put them people on me
I was in school, doin' what I had to do

Had to hit the streets for money
As soon as they popped out, they clocked out
They ain't see my reaper comin', ayy
Momma told me, chill, son you on the wrong route

Hangin' out the window and traffic with my brother
With my cone out, police got behind, we burnt out
Sorry
Look how they turnt out, say I don't get no f*ck
By none of these niggas, it's my turn now

Ayy, ma, I'm on a mission, shit, gotta change a lot
My brothers called me on that prison phone
I'm like, this ain't right
When them nigga's played with one of mine

They ass got killed the same night
Come through, tryna slide up on this block
You better have, you aim right, yeah
Chase me down, get up on them

Naw I don't think none of these niggas can f*ck With me
Show me my opponent, heard he was talkin'
Shhh
So I sent the mob on him
I don't do the internet, I see him out

Watch how I dive on him, real shit
Brother told me, stay dangerous, bitch, I rap
But I switch real quick, mmm
Been tryna focus on this music, this shit a mil Ticket

I look at my siblings, it's for them
I'm takin' real risks, can't have you around
If you ain't one of my brothers, cause you real Switch
Ayy, we kicked the door, ran and they shit

I got drop told , bro nem check the kitchen floor
After my first lick, I was money hungry
I had to go get some mo
Nine to five wan working for me insteady callin' plugs

I had to go hit the road
They gave me a deal, shit, and I ran with it
Six, eight, seven, eleven out the gate
I saw my man, shit, I had to hit the streets

My hand was itchin', I ain't had no plans
Niggas tryna take me out, but I'm bustin' back
That's why I stand different, ayy
Ayy, we kicked the door, ran and they shit

I got dropped, told bro nem , check the kitchen floor
After my first lick, I was money hungry
I had to go get some more
Nine to five won't work if I'm instead of callin' plugs

I had to go hit the road, ayy
I got dropped, told bro nem , check the kitchen floor
After my first lick, I was money hungry
I had to go hit the road

They gave me a deal, shit, and I ran with it
Six, eight, seven, eleven out the gate
I saw my man, shit, I had to hit the streets
My hand was itchin', I ain't had no plans