Run It Up

I'm like dynamite
I might die tonight, I'm dynamite, huh

Run up on a muthafucka get lit
Get swtiched like a stickshift
While I'm hittin'
In the kitchen, while she bitchin'
I'm the devil with the pedal to the metal with a steamin' hot kettle and a roach
Meddle with the deader you'll be I swear these mc's is ghosts
They fuckin' with me they fuckin' with tree the denser the smoke, oh man, they all gon' choke
BOOM
Onomatopoeia but I wouldn't wanna be ya when I hit em with the heater
And I'm sippin on a liter and she grabbin'
My d-derr
Show some respect like her name was Aretha, I can't feel my face when I'm hittin' the ether
But you better run it up like your name was Adidas hoe
Run it up, Run it up
Run it up, Run it up

Man these hoes afraid to run it up
I been taking L's so long I think I had enough
If you think I'm lying you can go and call my bluff
I been dying up inside, hoe, I think I had enough, yuh yuh

Fuck what that mother fucker been saying acting like he's hard but he's really not, boy
Claiming that you grown boy, look a little stoned boy, bad repercussions and they coming
From your own choice, you fuckin' with a psychotic, my god its GAT and I'm bout to rip the track
When I'm on it, quite honest pay homage, quite honest pay homage
SOOOO
Drop all that bullshit that you claiming Imma hit em leave em hanging first I take a body shot and then
Proceed to keep it banging, you be losing I be gaining I could never settle for the bottom who you
Think you playing, Imma choose to be amazing Imma prove it on occasion
If a mother fucker really got a problem
We can face it
Tell his ass to meet me in the basement, Imma leave all them bitches wasted uh

Man these hoes afraid to run it up
I been taking L's so long I think I had enough
If you think I'm lying you can go and call my bluff
I been dying up inside, hoe, I think I had enough, yuh yuh

I might die tonight I'm dynamite, huh



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Writer(s): Zachary Stevens
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