MTM J-Ville - Run It Lyrics

Ran up a bag now I'm litty
End of the line now I'm running a scrimmage
Iced out my neck now I'm fucking these bitches
Throw me a bullet you know ima pick it
Never been pussy I come from the trenches
Know if I talk it believe that I'm wit it yeah
Serving some plates like some dishes
I run with apes and some baby gorillas
You talk about J-Ville I'm sending them killas
Ain't talking bout walls but they ready to drill em
They do the job then I send em a million
The coupe got no top and I call it no ceilings
Said I won't make it cuz I am a felon
I kept it quiet when you niggas was telling
In front of the judge don't give a fuck
I fuck with crips and I'm throwing it up (Baccstreets)
Show me the jwet and I'm running it up
Then I head to the jeweler and I'm bussing it down
My body different I come from the town
And my life wasn't easy I swear I won't frown
I'm the king of this shit better give me my crown
All of this drip man I think ima drown
All of this ice this shit holding me down
My mom said she love it I'm making her proud yeah
All of these chains on I ain't got no neck
Get me a bag then I hoop on a jet
Head to the hood then I bust down a check
Nigga stop capping my flow is the best and the hardest
A nigga just started you niggas be hating you niggas been rapping for years
Mention the kid and I hoop in a while while a let off a clip now I'm switching the gears
Made my first album and dropped it this year
Looked at the stats and this shit looking clear
Jumped off the porch cuz I never had fear
I seen yo bitch ass left you stuck like a deer
Say you want smoke you ain't bout it
Said you a killa bitch nigga a doubt it
I fuck with Haitians they come from the islands
Like Scrooge McDuck man this money keep piling yeah
I pop my shit and can't nobody stop it
First year in the game I took off like a rocket
Off of my words man I'm making a profit
I'm the boss in this shit I don't shoot got some niggas that cock it
Still whipping white Betty Crocker
Been selling white that I kept in my locker
Post on the gram then I probably done fucked her
You tripping bout pussy you niggas some suckas yeah
Nigga still rapping can't stop
FBMG headed straight to the top
Maine CEO got the rap game on lock
Yeah he a blood but you know how I'm coming
You niggas be ducking and dodging you don't want no problem
Take me to trial i'm sorry your honor
Play with the gang then ill tie up to momma
I Pray for forgiveness Heavenly Father yeah
Now a nigga run-in up a ticket
Show me my appointment ima kill they competition
Album coming soon hope you niggas get to listen
FBMG nigga MTM J-Ville

Ran up a bag now I'm litty
End of the line now I'm running a scrimmage
Iced out my neck now I'm fucking these bitches
Throw me a bullet you know ima pick it
Never been pussy I come from the trenches
Know if I talk it believe that I'm wit it yeah
Serving some plates like some dishes
I run with apes and some baby gorillas
You talk about J-Ville I'm sending them killas
Ain't talking bout walls but they ready to drill em
They do the job then I send em a million
The coupe got no top and I call it no ceilings
Said I won't make it cuz I am a felon
I kept it quiet when you niggas was telling
In front of the judge don't give a fuck
I fuck with crips and I'm throwing it up (Baccstreets)
Show me the jwet and I'm running it up
Then I head to the jeweler and I'm bussing it down
My body different I come from the town
And my life wasn't easy I swear I won't frown
I'm the king of this shit better give me my crown
All of this drip man I think ima drown
All of this ice this shit holding me down
My mom said she love it I'm making her proud yeah
All of these chains on I ain't got no neck
Get me a bag then I hoop on a jet
Head to the hood then I bust down a check
Nigga stop capping my flow is the best and the hardest
A nigga just started you niggas be hating you niggas been rapping for years
Mention the kid and I hoop in a while while a let off a clip now I'm switching the gears
Made my first album and dropped it this year
Looked at the stats and this shit looking clear
Jumped off the porch cuz I never had fear
I seen yo bitch ass left you stuck like a deer
Say you want smoke you ain't bout it
Said you a killa bitch nigga a doubt it
I fuck with Haitians they come from the islands
Like Scrooge McDuck man this money keep piling yeah
I pop my shit and can't nobody stop it
First year in the game I took off like a rocket
Off of my words man I'm making a profit
I'm the boss in this shit I don't shoot got some niggas that cock it
Still whipping white Betty Crocker
Been selling white that I kept in my locker
Post on the gram then I probably done fucked her
You tripping bout pussy you niggas some suckas yeah
Nigga still rapping can't stop
FBMG headed straight to the top
Maine CEO got the rap game on lock
Yeah he a blood but you know how I'm coming
You niggas be ducking and dodging you don't want no problem
Take me to trial i'm sorry your honor
Play with the gang then ill tie up to momma
I Pray for forgiveness Heavenly Father yeah
Now a nigga run-in up a ticket
Show me my appointment ima kill they competition
Album coming soon hope you niggas get to listen
FBMG nigga MTM J-Ville