Ran Off Wit It Video (MV)
Performed By: Hit-Boy
Featuring: SOB, RBE
Length: 2:29
Written by: Chauncey A. Hollis, Jabbar Kingston Brown Jr., Juwon Lee, Wayman Barrow Jr.
Hit-Boy - Ran Off Wit It Lyrics
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Hit-Boy
Uh
On the block, but my shoes cost a ten
Tints on the bus, I need you and a friend
I don't want to talk, lil' bitch run it in
Big body, yes, when I'm sliding in the Benz
Loving with that nigga, you get popped with him
How he supposed to run, if them shots hit him?
D's in my mouth so I talk different
First, we did it, then the niggas ran off with it
Why these niggas trying to ride a nigga wave (nigga wave)
Another hundred bands in the bank (bank)
I'm a bad boy like Mase (like Mase)
Real thug nigga to the grave (to the grave)
I be running 'round with this K (with this Drac')
All I know is gas, no breaks
If you gon' throw that ass back, don't play
But I don't want to hit it if it stank
I'm a big drip Off-White nigga, this ain't beige
Thought you was the one, broke bitch, but you ain't
Thought I was in love with yo ass but I caved
Like Tyga with this .40, nigga, you could get a taste
On the block, but my shoes cost a ten
Tints on the bus, I need you and a friend
I don't want to talk, lil' bitch run it in
Big body, yes, when I'm sliding in the Benz
Loving with that nigga, you get popped with him
How he supposed to run, if them shots hit him?
D's in my mouth so I talk different
First, we did it, then them niggas ran off with it
In the lab, making hits, I'm with the Hit-Boy (Hit-Boy)
Ten bands on your head and get you hit boy
I got a thing for pocket rockets that make big noise
And I just got my nut quick, she still enjoy
I know a nigga getting old, still got big toys
Bro get the job done, still an employee
White skanks, leather tools, that's the bitch choice
And I won't pop up to your shows, without my invoice
On your block, caliber leave a hundred
How you crying out for help, why you're seeing colors?
Why the f*ck they always calling when they needing something?
You could be what you want but you're being nothing
Bitch
On the block, but my shoes cost a ten
Tints on the bus, I need you and a friend
I don't want to talk, lil' bitch run it in
Big body, yes, when I'm sliding in the Benz
Loving with that nigga, you get popped with him
How he supposed to run, if them shots hit him?
D's in my mouth so I talk different
First, we did it, then them niggas ran off with it
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Hit-Boy
Uh
On the block, but my shoes cost a ten
Tints on the bus, I need you and a friend
I don't want to talk, lil' bitch run it in
Big body, yes, when I'm sliding in the Benz
Loving with that nigga, you get popped with him
How he supposed to run, if them shots hit him?
D's in my mouth so I talk different
First, we did it, then the niggas ran off with it
Why these niggas trying to ride a nigga wave (nigga wave)
Another hundred bands in the bank (bank)
I'm a bad boy like Mase (like Mase)
Real thug nigga to the grave (to the grave)
I be running 'round with this K (with this Drac')
All I know is gas, no breaks
If you gon' throw that ass back, don't play
But I don't want to hit it if it stank
I'm a big drip Off-White nigga, this ain't beige
Thought you was the one, broke bitch, but you ain't
Thought I was in love with yo ass but I caved
Like Tyga with this .40, nigga, you could get a taste
On the block, but my shoes cost a ten
Tints on the bus, I need you and a friend
I don't want to talk, lil' bitch run it in
Big body, yes, when I'm sliding in the Benz
Loving with that nigga, you get popped with him
How he supposed to run, if them shots hit him?
D's in my mouth so I talk different
First, we did it, then them niggas ran off with it
In the lab, making hits, I'm with the Hit-Boy (Hit-Boy)
Ten bands on your head and get you hit boy
I got a thing for pocket rockets that make big noise
And I just got my nut quick, she still enjoy
I know a nigga getting old, still got big toys
Bro get the job done, still an employee
White skanks, leather tools, that's the bitch choice
And I won't pop up to your shows, without my invoice
On your block, caliber leave a hundred
How you crying out for help, why you're seeing colors?
Why the f*ck they always calling when they needing something?
You could be what you want but you're being nothing
Bitch
On the block, but my shoes cost a ten
Tints on the bus, I need you and a friend
I don't want to talk, lil' bitch run it in
Big body, yes, when I'm sliding in the Benz
Loving with that nigga, you get popped with him
How he supposed to run, if them shots hit him?
D's in my mouth so I talk different
First, we did it, then them niggas ran off with it
Uh
On the block, but my shoes cost a ten
Tints on the bus, I need you and a friend
I don't want to talk, lil' bitch run it in
Big body, yes, when I'm sliding in the Benz
Loving with that nigga, you get popped with him
How he supposed to run, if them shots hit him?
D's in my mouth so I talk different
First, we did it, then the niggas ran off with it
Why these niggas trying to ride a nigga wave (nigga wave)
Another hundred bands in the bank (bank)
I'm a bad boy like Mase (like Mase)
Real thug nigga to the grave (to the grave)
I be running 'round with this K (with this Drac')
All I know is gas, no breaks
If you gon' throw that ass back, don't play
But I don't want to hit it if it stank
I'm a big drip Off-White nigga, this ain't beige
Thought you was the one, broke bitch, but you ain't
Thought I was in love with yo ass but I caved
Like Tyga with this .40, nigga, you could get a taste
On the block, but my shoes cost a ten
Tints on the bus, I need you and a friend
I don't want to talk, lil' bitch run it in
Big body, yes, when I'm sliding in the Benz
Loving with that nigga, you get popped with him
How he supposed to run, if them shots hit him?
D's in my mouth so I talk different
First, we did it, then them niggas ran off with it
In the lab, making hits, I'm with the Hit-Boy (Hit-Boy)
Ten bands on your head and get you hit boy
I got a thing for pocket rockets that make big noise
And I just got my nut quick, she still enjoy
I know a nigga getting old, still got big toys
Bro get the job done, still an employee
White skanks, leather tools, that's the bitch choice
And I won't pop up to your shows, without my invoice
On your block, caliber leave a hundred
How you crying out for help, why you're seeing colors?
Why the f*ck they always calling when they needing something?
You could be what you want but you're being nothing
Bitch
On the block, but my shoes cost a ten
Tints on the bus, I need you and a friend
I don't want to talk, lil' bitch run it in
Big body, yes, when I'm sliding in the Benz
Loving with that nigga, you get popped with him
How he supposed to run, if them shots hit him?
D's in my mouth so I talk different
First, we did it, then them niggas ran off with it
Writer: Chauncey A. Hollis, Jabbar Kingston Brown Jr., Juwon Lee, Wayman Barrow Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group