Run With It ft. YaBoiM.O.E Lyrics

Run wit it! Don't lag

I ain't got nothin to do but just chase bags

Yeah I might swerve a little but don't crash

I ain't got time to waste so don't ask Muthafucka just run wit it

Sometimes instructions don't come wit it

Get it how I can worry bout it when I'm done wit it

Everything I touch turn to gold like the sun hit it

So when it's yo turn betta run wit it

Quick fast. Hand me the baton

I'm running a marathon

I'm here to do just do my job

I ain't here to make friends

And me and my day ones riding till the end

I'm just tryna get that bread homie

And double up when I can homie

Stay good wit the numbers don't need the Feds on me

Riding through the city keep a swivel on ya head homie

Sticks in the whip thinking I can build a bridge homie

No designer only independent threads on me

Black fist did it way before the trends homie

Seen hard times never fold never bend homie

Run wit it why you overthinking this ain't trig homie

When it all fall apart bet I run wit it

Take it how it come, I ain't scared to go dumb wit it

One day at time that's what I does wit it

Best believe it's no hate it's all luv wit it

Make something out of nothin I'm the plug wit it

Talking hard work fresh up out the mud wit it

Never took risks living in the slums did it

Too many dead and gone, I learned to have fun wit it

Run wit it! Don't lag

I ain't got nothin to do but just chase bags

Yeah I might swerve a little but don't crash

I ain't got time to waste so don't ask Muthafucka just run wit it

Sometimes instructions don't come wit it

Get it how I can worry bout it when I'm done wit it

Everything I touch turn to gold like the sun hit it

So when it's yo turn betta run wit it

When I run with it it's gone be hard for you to come get it

Give it back once I'm done with it

Flow tighter than the clothes that be young fitted

I get it popping like the grease on ya mom's skillet

Speaking of skills me and MOE's worth a meal ticket

White tee fuck a Hilfiger

Think of your biggest stars we a little bigger

If we would've sold our souls you'd known a little quicker

For my opps imma pour a little liquor

And drop dick in they gold digging little sister

Only cheese she'll receive is a slice from Little Ceasers

Flow reincarnation of Jesus don't be surprised when we sell out arenas

In a two seater with two heaters

On my way to pick up two divas

Why you think they here think of two reasons

Sucking and fucking my year nigga double or nothin

Then I order them to go like a sausage McMuffin

All facts I'm not bluffing don't be actin tough n'

All I know is hustling they ain't give me nothing

From The Town to The D got these lyrics covered

Bout bars homies don't play like In Living Color

Run wit it! Don't lag

I ain't got nothin to do but just chase bags

Yeah I might swerve a little but don't crash

I ain't got time to waste so don't ask Muthafucka just run wit it

Sometimes instructions don't come wit it

Get it how I can worry bout it when I'm done wit it

Everything I touch turn to gold like the sun hit it

So when it's yo turn betta run wit it

Don't lag I ain't got nothin to do but just chase bags

Yeah I might swerve a little but don't crash

I ain't got time to waste so don't ask Muthafucka just run wit it

Sometimes instructions don't come wit it

Get it how I can worry bout it when I'm done wit it

Everything I touch turn to gold like the sun hit it

So when it's yo turn betta run wit it