Run Up the Trap
Run up the trap
Run up the trap
Run up the trap
Run up the trap
I run the trap til my legs hurt
Run up that bitch til her legs hurt
Blowing exotic
Count dead person
Coroner clean up the dead person
I wit the gang
Call me the med
I got her legs twerking
I don't complain
First day, I picked up a bag
Same day, I picked up the work
First day, I picked up the task
Same day, I left wit a smirk
Im just goin run up the trap
Run up the trap
Im Just goin run me a check up
Running tha check up forreal
Im just goin run me a bag up
Thats how i feel
I just run the check lil nigga
I take the gwap
I just run the check up lil nigga
I make it hot
Red beam
Red dot
I Just hit a nigga in his ipod
Choppa, big nuts like i got
Take a picture of a nigga
No tripod
Fuck her legit
My bitches fuck at the crib
Im wit lil bro and my jits
Im too legit
Ride round wit choppa and aim got a kick
I been a boss
Now just look at the kid
Hi-tec this nigga is rich
I spend ya life on a crib
I threw the rest at your bitch
I run the trap til my legs hurt
Run up that bitch til her legs hurt
Blowing exotic
Count dead person
Coroner clean up the dead person
I wit the gang
Call me the med
I got her legs twerking
I don't complain
First day, I picked up a bag
Same day, I picked up the work
First day, I picked up the task
Same day, I left wit a smirk
Im just goin run up the trap
Run up the trap
Im just goin run me a check up
Running tha check up for real
Im just goin run me a bag up
Thats how I feel
Run up the trap
Run up the trap
Run up the trap
I run the trap til my legs hurt
Run up that bitch til her legs hurt
Blowing exotic
Count dead person
Coroner clean up the dead person
I wit the gang
Call me the med
I got her legs twerking
I don't complain
First day, I picked up a bag
Same day, I picked up the work
First day, I picked up the task
Same day, I left wit a smirk
Im just goin run up the trap
Run up the trap
Im Just goin run me a check up
Running tha check up forreal
Im just goin run me a bag up
Thats how i feel
I just run the check lil nigga
I take the gwap
I just run the check up lil nigga
I make it hot
Red beam
Red dot
I Just hit a nigga in his ipod
Choppa, big nuts like i got
Take a picture of a nigga
No tripod
Fuck her legit
My bitches fuck at the crib
Im wit lil bro and my jits
Im too legit
Ride round wit choppa and aim got a kick
I been a boss
Now just look at the kid
Hi-tec this nigga is rich
I spend ya life on a crib
I threw the rest at your bitch
I run the trap til my legs hurt
Run up that bitch til her legs hurt
Blowing exotic
Count dead person
Coroner clean up the dead person
I wit the gang
Call me the med
I got her legs twerking
I don't complain
First day, I picked up a bag
Same day, I picked up the work
First day, I picked up the task
Same day, I left wit a smirk
Im just goin run up the trap
Run up the trap
Im just goin run me a check up
Running tha check up for real
Im just goin run me a bag up
Thats how I feel
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Writer(s): Terrell Scott
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