Run It Up
If a nigga got a problem
Run it up
If a bitch got a problem
Run it up
If anyone got a problem
Run it up
Up'd me a bad one
Damn right she thick again
Act up imma smash her friend
That's how the story end
My way like I'm usher
Nigga talkin imma buss em
Ain't no talkin no discussion
Boy you shouldn't been bluffin
Shit get ugly like ya bitch
Without that cosmetic pack
Got the green for the low
Where the vegan lovers at
Flip stacks that gymnastics
I like bitches who talk back
I like bitches who bout cash
I like bitches who got ass
Medium ghetto freaky chick
Don't want no counterfeits
Goddamn I hate that shit
Clout chasing at a all time high
But your boyfriend still a lame
And here's why
Internet make a square look lit
Circle small never big
Bluefaces come with twins
I got the magic stick
And She been pressin pressin pressin
For my pretty ass to do a trick
Took her to the crib
And went Dr. Strange on her shit
"God damn Nelle you so ignorant "
Head big for a crown
In the ring we do rounds
Punch for punch
Pound for pound
Clip just decoration
I don't really need it
Jokers try to be in my section
Hit em wit the Mike J
Told they ass to beat it
I'm so undefeated
That boy ran to the media
Same energy you put in
Be ready to receive it
Niggas talk but don't complete it
If a nigga got a problem
Run it up
If a bitch got a problem
Run it up
If anyone got a problem
Run it up
Run it up
If a bitch got a problem
Run it up
If anyone got a problem
Run it up
Up'd me a bad one
Damn right she thick again
Act up imma smash her friend
That's how the story end
My way like I'm usher
Nigga talkin imma buss em
Ain't no talkin no discussion
Boy you shouldn't been bluffin
Shit get ugly like ya bitch
Without that cosmetic pack
Got the green for the low
Where the vegan lovers at
Flip stacks that gymnastics
I like bitches who talk back
I like bitches who bout cash
I like bitches who got ass
Medium ghetto freaky chick
Don't want no counterfeits
Goddamn I hate that shit
Clout chasing at a all time high
But your boyfriend still a lame
And here's why
Internet make a square look lit
Circle small never big
Bluefaces come with twins
I got the magic stick
And She been pressin pressin pressin
For my pretty ass to do a trick
Took her to the crib
And went Dr. Strange on her shit
"God damn Nelle you so ignorant "
Head big for a crown
In the ring we do rounds
Punch for punch
Pound for pound
Clip just decoration
I don't really need it
Jokers try to be in my section
Hit em wit the Mike J
Told they ass to beat it
I'm so undefeated
That boy ran to the media
Same energy you put in
Be ready to receive it
Niggas talk but don't complete it
If a nigga got a problem
Run it up
If a bitch got a problem
Run it up
If anyone got a problem
Run it up
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Writer(s): Chanelle Kazadi
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