Run It Up
Run that shit up, I don't see what the problem is
Ain't got no rolex but I still know what time it is
Had to change the sheets cause you know she soaked my shit
Like the wind I be blowing, gas all in the whip
We ain't got the time to deal with all that extra shit
I'm on the road in my bag on my duffel shit
How you gonna tell me who I am, don't know what I did
She ask where I'm at? Pulling up to your crib
Yea she fuck wit me, she know the benefit
Yeah I hit her once, then I leave her wit her friends
Love my brothers they was here way before the shits
And ya I'm here to stay so please help me in
Want that Benz, want it all, that's just what it is
You think you hard, try and try me and I'll get you hit
I'll make you quit, Balling in this game, watch me shift
I got a smirk in the end cause I know I won
I rap for fun
If you not gonna bust, why you got a gun
Shawtay bad, Looking smoove like a honey bun
Don't diss me now, cause I'll be up in the long run
Touching all her bases, yeah that's a home run
I'm always shooting 3's damn call me Stephen curry
My vision blurry, from the gas I smoke
Reggie ain't worthy
I got a purpose, trust is bad cause no one is worthy
These nias thinking that I'm scared, but I don't see who gonna hurt me
Run that shit up, I don't see what the problem is
Ain't got no rolex but I still know what time it is
Had to change the sheets cause you know she soaked my shit
Like the wind I be blowing, gas all in the whip
We ain't got the time to deal with all that extra shit
I'm on the road in my bag on my duffel shit
How you gonna tell me who I am, don't know what I did
She ask where I'm at? Pulling up to your crib
Yeah, pulling up and you know we young we dont give af
About none that shit, rr what you said
He is soft, Ginger bread
Shawtay bad, she a ten
Like a bird, I want some bread
Fuck with us, we'll get you fed
Aye... aye
And I hold my own weight, everyday
I don't understand how they always hate
When you out here doing your thing
Like it's my birthday I get this cake
And the gas I smoke, I elevate
When yours don't even stank
Run that shit up, I don't see what the problem is
Ain't got no rolex but I still know what time it is
Had to change the sheets cause you know she soaked my shit
Like the wind I be blowing, gas all in the whip
We ain't got the time to deal with all that extra shit
I'm on the road in my bag on my duffel shit
How you gonna tell me who I am, don't know what I did
She ask where I'm at? Pulling up to your crib
Ain't got no rolex but I still know what time it is
Had to change the sheets cause you know she soaked my shit
Like the wind I be blowing, gas all in the whip
We ain't got the time to deal with all that extra shit
I'm on the road in my bag on my duffel shit
How you gonna tell me who I am, don't know what I did
She ask where I'm at? Pulling up to your crib
Yea she fuck wit me, she know the benefit
Yeah I hit her once, then I leave her wit her friends
Love my brothers they was here way before the shits
And ya I'm here to stay so please help me in
Want that Benz, want it all, that's just what it is
You think you hard, try and try me and I'll get you hit
I'll make you quit, Balling in this game, watch me shift
I got a smirk in the end cause I know I won
I rap for fun
If you not gonna bust, why you got a gun
Shawtay bad, Looking smoove like a honey bun
Don't diss me now, cause I'll be up in the long run
Touching all her bases, yeah that's a home run
I'm always shooting 3's damn call me Stephen curry
My vision blurry, from the gas I smoke
Reggie ain't worthy
I got a purpose, trust is bad cause no one is worthy
These nias thinking that I'm scared, but I don't see who gonna hurt me
Run that shit up, I don't see what the problem is
Ain't got no rolex but I still know what time it is
Had to change the sheets cause you know she soaked my shit
Like the wind I be blowing, gas all in the whip
We ain't got the time to deal with all that extra shit
I'm on the road in my bag on my duffel shit
How you gonna tell me who I am, don't know what I did
She ask where I'm at? Pulling up to your crib
Yeah, pulling up and you know we young we dont give af
About none that shit, rr what you said
He is soft, Ginger bread
Shawtay bad, she a ten
Like a bird, I want some bread
Fuck with us, we'll get you fed
Aye... aye
And I hold my own weight, everyday
I don't understand how they always hate
When you out here doing your thing
Like it's my birthday I get this cake
And the gas I smoke, I elevate
When yours don't even stank
Run that shit up, I don't see what the problem is
Ain't got no rolex but I still know what time it is
Had to change the sheets cause you know she soaked my shit
Like the wind I be blowing, gas all in the whip
We ain't got the time to deal with all that extra shit
I'm on the road in my bag on my duffel shit
How you gonna tell me who I am, don't know what I did
She ask where I'm at? Pulling up to your crib
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Writer(s): Supaman Jay
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