Runnin' It Up (feat. Daj Mac & J Jack)
-The fuck going on
If you wanting love from me Bitch, you shit outta luck
Ain't no time to be a simp bitch, I'm running shit up
And you thought you had more heart not you look dumb as fuck
I just chase a check and get straight to the bag
I don't care who they want to be,
If you tryna talk shit don't talk to me
I got, twenty bands it was all for me
Until the narks tried to snatch, they was on to me
So I, dipped out with the stash and G's
Man the rats tryna sniff cuz' they like the cheese
So I knew, what I had to do
I got the money in the back make the car
Go
(Engine roars)
Move faster
Move faster
Get hit with the raps I'm a master
Don't freeze on the beat like a plaster
One eighty on this shit, you backwards
If you wanting love from me Bitch, you shit outta luck
Ain't no time to be a simp bitch, I'm running shit up
And you thought you had more heart not you look dumb as fuck
I just chase a check and get straight to the bag
Tryna get my Sick ducked, I ain't chasing no ass
And you won't get a text back if you ain't talking' no cash
(Money)
Where the fuck was you when I was down on my ass?
So don't speak on my behalf bitch I talk for myself
Cuz' I know I got my back if it's nobody else
And I'm higher than a bitch and can't nobody tell
I don't sell the pack the pack sell itself
And if I get jammed up, I don't know nobody else
Interrogation tactics bore me, take my to my cell
Yeah I do it for the love but they don't wish me well
And she wanted me to change like I'm a wishing well
But if I fuck with lil baby she gon' kiss and tell
My nigga wasn't really rocking I got distant, hell
I'm on that nigga head he did it to himself
Put that fire on a nigga watch his face melt
Fuck yo' nigga
I'm tryna see what that check do
Free yo bitch
Shawty always tryna bring a check through
Like a chess move
Make sure your last move your best move
Bitch it cant be just you, bring yo best through
And you better watch them niggas that you next to
If you wanting love from me Bitch, you shit outta luck
Ain't no time to be a simp bitch, I'm running shit up
And you thought you had more heart not you look dumb as fuck
I just chase a check and get straight to the bag
Realest nigga in here baby I swear
When I fuck your bitch ima grab her by the hair
(Grab her)
I don't watch your kids I don't do daycare
(Your not my dad!)
Get me by the back like we shop at Beige-fair
Ten bands, Twenty bands
Baby shake that ass
Hop up in a foreign a young nigga do the dash
You can catch me in a beam'
(Skrt)
You can catch me in a Jag'
(Skrt)
Young rich nigga, you can call me J Jack
(J Jack)
Throwing hella hundreds put that ass on my lap
Raised in the trap with the mac for the strap
Coming through the black, in all black, don't get whacked
Pull up,
All my niggas smoking Gas
Daj Mac, that's my brother got his back
XO, XO Louie on the track
Apex, play with him you get smacked
Marin city, put my niggas on the map
(On the map)
If you wanting love from me Bitch, shit you outta luck
Ain't no time to be a simp bitch, I'm running shit up
And you thought you had more heart not you look dumb as fuck
I just chase a check and get straight to the bag
If you wanting love from me Bitch, you shit outta luck
Ain't no time to be a simp bitch, I'm running shit up
And you thought you had more heart not you look dumb as fuck
I just chase a check and get straight to the bag
I don't care who they want to be,
If you tryna talk shit don't talk to me
I got, twenty bands it was all for me
Until the narks tried to snatch, they was on to me
So I, dipped out with the stash and G's
Man the rats tryna sniff cuz' they like the cheese
So I knew, what I had to do
I got the money in the back make the car
Go
(Engine roars)
Move faster
Move faster
Get hit with the raps I'm a master
Don't freeze on the beat like a plaster
One eighty on this shit, you backwards
If you wanting love from me Bitch, you shit outta luck
Ain't no time to be a simp bitch, I'm running shit up
And you thought you had more heart not you look dumb as fuck
I just chase a check and get straight to the bag
Tryna get my Sick ducked, I ain't chasing no ass
And you won't get a text back if you ain't talking' no cash
(Money)
Where the fuck was you when I was down on my ass?
So don't speak on my behalf bitch I talk for myself
Cuz' I know I got my back if it's nobody else
And I'm higher than a bitch and can't nobody tell
I don't sell the pack the pack sell itself
And if I get jammed up, I don't know nobody else
Interrogation tactics bore me, take my to my cell
Yeah I do it for the love but they don't wish me well
And she wanted me to change like I'm a wishing well
But if I fuck with lil baby she gon' kiss and tell
My nigga wasn't really rocking I got distant, hell
I'm on that nigga head he did it to himself
Put that fire on a nigga watch his face melt
Fuck yo' nigga
I'm tryna see what that check do
Free yo bitch
Shawty always tryna bring a check through
Like a chess move
Make sure your last move your best move
Bitch it cant be just you, bring yo best through
And you better watch them niggas that you next to
If you wanting love from me Bitch, you shit outta luck
Ain't no time to be a simp bitch, I'm running shit up
And you thought you had more heart not you look dumb as fuck
I just chase a check and get straight to the bag
Realest nigga in here baby I swear
When I fuck your bitch ima grab her by the hair
(Grab her)
I don't watch your kids I don't do daycare
(Your not my dad!)
Get me by the back like we shop at Beige-fair
Ten bands, Twenty bands
Baby shake that ass
Hop up in a foreign a young nigga do the dash
You can catch me in a beam'
(Skrt)
You can catch me in a Jag'
(Skrt)
Young rich nigga, you can call me J Jack
(J Jack)
Throwing hella hundreds put that ass on my lap
Raised in the trap with the mac for the strap
Coming through the black, in all black, don't get whacked
Pull up,
All my niggas smoking Gas
Daj Mac, that's my brother got his back
XO, XO Louie on the track
Apex, play with him you get smacked
Marin city, put my niggas on the map
(On the map)
If you wanting love from me Bitch, shit you outta luck
Ain't no time to be a simp bitch, I'm running shit up
And you thought you had more heart not you look dumb as fuck
I just chase a check and get straight to the bag
Credits
Writer(s): Levi Jacob Zadoff, Dajon Bynum
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