Run It Up

65 thousand to have the club lit
I could give a fuck about a bitch
Let em run another nigga crazy
Ima go run up my riches

Young nigga hustling
My palms itching
Trying to get information
Sending ill bitches
Alley oop her back

I think her pussy need stiches

Next time send a bitch
Who not lazy as shit

Handle business
In a rental
With class
Can't shoot a pistol
Don't even know got to roll swishers
This shit super sad

Make it look easy watch me get the money faster
Niggas
Tracer rounds in an extended clip fire a nigga like a mild and black
Ice in my wrist make the recoil glisten

My first foreign broad was an African
No all type of exotic women's
Staring at my Ferrari
Engine through the glass

Car show in Canada
Traded out the paper
Blue Falcons see my energy
Want to end my ass

Sweet Jones
Put me on
I got off the phone
Called the play
And ran up a bag

Now
Crackers
Want to end this shit
Niggas is smart
Don't need brick

Outshine em
They gonna snitch
Your lick
You better stay out the way
Crackers is dangerous
I'm still gonna fuck they main bitch
All kind of angles
He gonna be so pissed
Kept his squad in the field
Sound of gunnery
Drown out his tears
Crying and shit

Pull on Shorty
2100 hours
I'm hungry as shit
She fresh out the shower

Ain't no MREs
Ella confine
Alfredo meat
Washed it down
Cup of horchata

Netflix and chill
Dunder Mifflin
Background
Living room drilling her out

Smash for hours
Then it's back off to Pt
To go run up a hill
And go flip some big tires

Surprise its a zonk
Everybody running
Whole brigade dip
Like somebody got a gun
Big sarge said hide
Nobody in sight

Fuck what you talking
I'm going to fuck

Hop in the whip
Sat high like a truck
Ciroc yellow on ice
Speaker trunk knock

We just got a DONSA
You niggas is Bumming

These bitches for everybody
And break you off cash for your trouble



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Kyle Williams, Tegan Chambers, Karel Jorge, Carmine Basso, Johnathan Scott, Jeremy Soto, Joseph Boyden, Artist Julius Dubose
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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