Run Up
Run up on a nigga like
Do me dirty Ima run up on ya mans ya
Do me dirty he go see these city hands here (804)
Do me dirty girl that nigga better stand clear
Ima fold that nigga tighter than these bands here
Do me dirty Ima run up on ya mans ya
Do me dirty he go see these city hands here
Do me dirty girl that nigga better stand clear
Ima fold that nigga tighter than these bands here
Do me dirty Ima run up on ya man yeah
I don't have no manners, get it poppin like I'm Fanta (Like I'm Fanta)
Main niggas I ain't ever been a fan of
Leave in him blueface, don't even give a fuck bout his bandana
Nana, told me keep my hands to myself
But don't get caught with ya hands by ya belt
Cause we ain't paying that ambulance, that ran out for ya help
You in some trouble, you fend for yourself
It's on site when I see that nigga, better have his hands up
Asking what's the problem, but he ain't gone get an answer
Go and tell this man I'm holding his girl for ransom
You say that I'm possessive, that's cause baby I'm a cancer
See ya shawty and I ramic like I'm pana
That nigga on the east, I ain't talkin East Atlanta
Pull up on the beat, the Steph Curry of stanzas
Ima coal nigga like naughty front of Santa
Do me dirty Ima run up on ya mans yeah
Do me dirty he go see these city hands here (Ya)
Do me dirty girl that nigga better stand clear
Ima fold that nigga tighter than these bands here
Do me dirty Ima run up on ya mans yeah (Run up on ya mans)
Do me dirty he go see these city hands here (Don't give a fuck about ya mans)
Do me dirty girl that nigga better stand clear (Run up on ya mans)
Ima fold that nigga tighter than these bands here
You ain't getting nothing like the bank closed (Nah)
If I like it then I ask them where they made those (Where them make them at)
A nigga getting saucy like I'm Quavo
Money make a nigga cocky like I'm Thanos
Side Nigga Association associated
Pull it out, I'm hot dog, so you know she ate it
And I'm all in the buns
Doing her best to ketchup, mustard I'm the one
She showing off every time my nigga Wake on the 1s
Her main nigga never take her out, so when she out, she caking a ton
In the club with that red velvet
You told me Ima boat and ready to sail
He don't have to know, I lick you clean from ya neck to ya pelvis
You lookin killa in them Gucci clothes
Walk in the room with intentions on serving funerals (You bad)
Gold digga, girl you keep a suite of bougie hoes
Hit it from the back, I got you reaching ya booty goals (Oooh)
If I ain't buy it then I take it off ya (Yeah)
Pillow talkin, and you told me that pussy gon cost ya
Take a sip of this Crown, it make you fix ya posture
Grip that body and we surf and turf, I ain't talkin steak and lobster
Do me dirty Ima run up on ya mans ya
Do me dirty he go see these city hands here
Do me dirty girl that nigga better stand clear
Ima fold that nigga tighter than these bands here
Do me dirty Ima run up on ya mans yeah (Run up on ya mans)
Do me dirty he go see these city hands here (Don't give a fuck about ya mans)
Do me dirty girl that nigga better stand clear (Run up on ya mans)
Ima fold that nigga tighter than these bands here
Don't give a fuck about yo mans
What he payin
Ima hop up in that box go supersayan
The only funny part is that you think I'm playin
I'm the man, you was lost, but baby I got a plan
What's gon happen when yo nigga in the pin
Ima take you to the islands just to get a tan
Babygirl you is ten (Ohh oh)
Ima run up on ya mans
Don't give a fuck about ya man
Do me dirty Ima run up on ya mans ya
Do me dirty he go see these city hands here (804)
Do me dirty girl that nigga better stand clear
Ima fold that nigga tighter than these bands here
Do me dirty Ima run up on ya mans ya
Do me dirty he go see these city hands here
Do me dirty girl that nigga better stand clear
Ima fold that nigga tighter than these bands here
Do me dirty Ima run up on ya man yeah
I don't have no manners, get it poppin like I'm Fanta (Like I'm Fanta)
Main niggas I ain't ever been a fan of
Leave in him blueface, don't even give a fuck bout his bandana
Nana, told me keep my hands to myself
But don't get caught with ya hands by ya belt
Cause we ain't paying that ambulance, that ran out for ya help
You in some trouble, you fend for yourself
It's on site when I see that nigga, better have his hands up
Asking what's the problem, but he ain't gone get an answer
Go and tell this man I'm holding his girl for ransom
You say that I'm possessive, that's cause baby I'm a cancer
See ya shawty and I ramic like I'm pana
That nigga on the east, I ain't talkin East Atlanta
Pull up on the beat, the Steph Curry of stanzas
Ima coal nigga like naughty front of Santa
Do me dirty Ima run up on ya mans yeah
Do me dirty he go see these city hands here (Ya)
Do me dirty girl that nigga better stand clear
Ima fold that nigga tighter than these bands here
Do me dirty Ima run up on ya mans yeah (Run up on ya mans)
Do me dirty he go see these city hands here (Don't give a fuck about ya mans)
Do me dirty girl that nigga better stand clear (Run up on ya mans)
Ima fold that nigga tighter than these bands here
You ain't getting nothing like the bank closed (Nah)
If I like it then I ask them where they made those (Where them make them at)
A nigga getting saucy like I'm Quavo
Money make a nigga cocky like I'm Thanos
Side Nigga Association associated
Pull it out, I'm hot dog, so you know she ate it
And I'm all in the buns
Doing her best to ketchup, mustard I'm the one
She showing off every time my nigga Wake on the 1s
Her main nigga never take her out, so when she out, she caking a ton
In the club with that red velvet
You told me Ima boat and ready to sail
He don't have to know, I lick you clean from ya neck to ya pelvis
You lookin killa in them Gucci clothes
Walk in the room with intentions on serving funerals (You bad)
Gold digga, girl you keep a suite of bougie hoes
Hit it from the back, I got you reaching ya booty goals (Oooh)
If I ain't buy it then I take it off ya (Yeah)
Pillow talkin, and you told me that pussy gon cost ya
Take a sip of this Crown, it make you fix ya posture
Grip that body and we surf and turf, I ain't talkin steak and lobster
Do me dirty Ima run up on ya mans ya
Do me dirty he go see these city hands here
Do me dirty girl that nigga better stand clear
Ima fold that nigga tighter than these bands here
Do me dirty Ima run up on ya mans yeah (Run up on ya mans)
Do me dirty he go see these city hands here (Don't give a fuck about ya mans)
Do me dirty girl that nigga better stand clear (Run up on ya mans)
Ima fold that nigga tighter than these bands here
Don't give a fuck about yo mans
What he payin
Ima hop up in that box go supersayan
The only funny part is that you think I'm playin
I'm the man, you was lost, but baby I got a plan
What's gon happen when yo nigga in the pin
Ima take you to the islands just to get a tan
Babygirl you is ten (Ohh oh)
Ima run up on ya mans
Don't give a fuck about ya man
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Writer(s): Miles Braxton
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