Run It Up
I love that shit
Know gang in here with me man
Y'all gonna love this one
Said I'm Top demon I make the rules
Bad bitches yeah I need em in Twos
Saw ya new bitch man that's old news
Fucked & left I gave her the blues
Bob the builder I got the tools
To success I can't lose
Ask about me I been that dude
Bitches wet like a swimming pool
Ball so hard I can't tie my shoes
(Wait what) said I ball so hard can't tie my shoes
Nigga said he wanna fight me
You gonna end up on a white tee
I'm a pork head I don't like beef
Trade him off the team like IT
Am I high right now Bitch I might be
Do the right thing like spike lee
I ain't new to this I'm true to this
135 where the shooters is
In a Nike tech or a puma fit
Trade my young jawn for a cougar bitch
Imma keep rapping til I'm stupid rich
I ain't got time for the stupid shit
Switch it up where the double cups
And the bad bitches I'm tryna fuck
Can't spend the night you outta luck
Woods in the air know I'm fucked up
And I'm with my gang can't switch up
Run up on us you getting hit up
With a bad bitch named Ashely (damn) I mean Ana (damn!)
I mean Amber (DAMN!)
Health is wealth I need my bag
From the same block why you mad
Broke bread with those I shouldn't
Fucking bitches I thought I couldn't
Driving shit they said I wouldn't
Wrist colder than central bookings
Camera flash everybody lookin
James harden I started cookin
Secure the bag (run it up)
Pop some tags (run it up)
Why you mad (run it up)
Get in your bag (run it up)
Know gang in here with me man
Y'all gonna love this one
Said I'm Top demon I make the rules
Bad bitches yeah I need em in Twos
Saw ya new bitch man that's old news
Fucked & left I gave her the blues
Bob the builder I got the tools
To success I can't lose
Ask about me I been that dude
Bitches wet like a swimming pool
Ball so hard I can't tie my shoes
(Wait what) said I ball so hard can't tie my shoes
Nigga said he wanna fight me
You gonna end up on a white tee
I'm a pork head I don't like beef
Trade him off the team like IT
Am I high right now Bitch I might be
Do the right thing like spike lee
I ain't new to this I'm true to this
135 where the shooters is
In a Nike tech or a puma fit
Trade my young jawn for a cougar bitch
Imma keep rapping til I'm stupid rich
I ain't got time for the stupid shit
Switch it up where the double cups
And the bad bitches I'm tryna fuck
Can't spend the night you outta luck
Woods in the air know I'm fucked up
And I'm with my gang can't switch up
Run up on us you getting hit up
With a bad bitch named Ashely (damn) I mean Ana (damn!)
I mean Amber (DAMN!)
Health is wealth I need my bag
From the same block why you mad
Broke bread with those I shouldn't
Fucking bitches I thought I couldn't
Driving shit they said I wouldn't
Wrist colder than central bookings
Camera flash everybody lookin
James harden I started cookin
Secure the bag (run it up)
Pop some tags (run it up)
Why you mad (run it up)
Get in your bag (run it up)
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Writer(s): John Torres
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