Rydaaa702 - They Aint Runnin Shit Lyrics

Ain't it fun, when you playin' with them guns No Drummer but I always got my stick and
A drum That shit stuck with me like a stick of Some
Gum Keep on talkin' all that shit gone, get your
Bell rung This time there ain't no savin' shit

Only screech they heard was the tires on the Pavement
When the scene clears out, they definitely close Casin' it
No cameras came out, they seen no faces in Only Shell cases, man
Got the chopper, a .40, a .9, and a .20 gauge Shotgun hit him in the spine, now tell me

Why he runnin', man Thought it was gymnastics, The way he started
Tumblin' Stopped spendin' reckless and your Money start
To bubblin' I do this for my city like the Raiders, I
Can't fumble it You wanna play up on this team, I Need a

.20 bundle, bitch I guess I'm money hungry, cause My stomach
Start to rumblin' The only thing that ain't runnin' is They
Mouth, cause they ain't runnin' shit Fourth down, No punt, I'm goin' for the TD
Like John Cena, motherf*ckers cannot see me And anything that I do, best believe me

And if they wishin', they gon' need Ray J or a genie
Fourth down, no punt, I'm goin' for the TD Like John Cena, motherf*ckers cannot see me
And anything that I do, best believe me And if They wishin', they gon' need Ray J or
A genie I'm push in' pain down this block, Motherf*ckers

Know what it is I hear my name and you gon' drop, You gon
End up with the fish They call you Nemo, they Can't find you
You a clown, that shouldn't diss And now your Block got lit up, it's like
It's Christmas round this bitch Just like curry with The .30, we ain't missin

Shots, we swish And my vision gettin' blurry while I swervin
While I sip Really smokin' on some dodi, that shit Potent
As a bitch I be floatin' like a boat up on the waves
Up in the whip Or go shop up at Waves and get Laced up in

Some kicks Dedication, hard workin', what it takes To
Make the hits Really goin' through the struggle, Never
Budgin', not a inch Only talkin' on some business, That make
Money, that make sense Try to shoot my house Up, But couldn't

Make a dent Probably shootin' with they eyes Closed
Cause they softer than a bitch Went and got my Get back, and now I'm posted
In the pit If he lackin', then I smoke him, this is how
This shit gon' get Fourth down, no punt, I'm goin' For the TD

Like John Cena, motherf*ckers cannot see me Now anything that I do, best believe me
And if they wishin', they gon' need Ray J or a genie
Fourth down, no punt, I'm goin' for the TD Like John Cena, motherf*ckers cannot see me
Now anything that I do, best believe me And if They wishin', they gon' need Ray J or

A genie
Now anything that I do, best believe me And if They wishin', they gon' need Ray J or a
Genie