R.I.U

No flexxin
I bring that drip when I step in
My nigga got blocks like its tetrus
Want beef dawg then test it
Lil boy gon teach you lesson
He run that pack I'm clip em
Fuck up the system
Hate on me but I won't diss
You fucked up yo hand
Tryna fix em
Drain blood out yo mental
Fuck with lil woa we gone split em
Make him and his boy new victim
Run it up run it up
Dividens
I got dirt on my mind but I'm innocent
Won't cope with the fact
That you'd rather relapse
And sit back
Over stacking your Benjamin
Lil nigga
Big heart
With a short temper
With a voice that a equal bout 40 niggas
40 Shorty pulling up with 40 killers
All head shots like he sippin liquor

Run it Up
Run it Up
Run it Up
Run it Up
Run it Up
Run it Up
Run it Up

I won't give in better give it up
Need it all for my kid I can't get enough
Stick to the end they gone envy us

Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Got that crown on the rocks
In my double cup
Smoking good
Takin off
Can't keep up with us
Never fear in a man
In allah we trust

Split his kufi lil goofy dont fuck with us
Dont rock gucci or louie so show i stunt

I got bags in the whip
But that's jus for lunch
When I pull up and cop I get what I want
Run it up
Run it up
Run it
Hut up bitch
Dontchu say nothin
Im feelin like Kanye
You can't tell me nothin
This shii ain't a game
So please don't push my buttons
As broke
Now im up
All of a sudden
Out on my grind
Got the sauce
Now I'm Dunkin
Put Donut holes
In a nigga
For thinkin he somethin
BLOODLiNE on repeat
This that shit you should be bumpin