RUNNIN IT UP (INTRO)
Runnin' it up
Got to the funds when the sun wasn't up, 608 city the one comin' up
If you ain't in the race, bitch you runnin' from us
Get to the funds and I'm lumpin' the sums
By any means and it's nothin' for fun
My brothers excited they jumpin' the gun
Man you heard how it's done and you realized you wasn't the one
Don't got time for no bum especially one who be trynna stunt
I'm on the hunt, you should be done, this ain't what you want
That bitch wanna fuck, she showin' some love, she just rolled a blunt
She can't get enough, she doin' too much, I'm just trynna bust
And I'm just bein' honest
Plantin' the seeds, we don't have to agree, but I feel that our music the hottest
It ain't hard to see when you look at my team, it's honestly hard to be modest
We like the Bucks, leadin' the league, except my whole team could be Giannis, we going beyond this
I cannot give you time of day
We just trynna find a way
Fuck the world, no climate change
Fuck the rules, what Simon say
All I rock designers names
I prefer the finer things
Dope lines like your sinus
Rhymes be fucking timeless
And you know that
Told your bitch, she can hold that
Take a pic, no Kodak
Take a zip, we blow bag
Welcome back to the program
Why you act like you know them
Matter fact you should slow down
Before you act like a whole clown
Got to the funds when the sun wasn't up, 608 city the one comin' up
If you ain't in the race, bitch you runnin' from us
Get to the funds and I'm lumpin' the sums
By any means and it's nothin' for fun
My brothers excited they jumpin' the gun
Man you heard how it's done and you realized you wasn't the one
Don't got time for no bum especially one who be trynna stunt
I'm on the hunt, you should be done, this ain't what you want
That bitch wanna fuck, she showin' some love, she just rolled a blunt
She can't get enough, she doin' too much, I'm just trynna bust
And I'm just bein' honest
Plantin' the seeds, we don't have to agree, but I feel that our music the hottest
It ain't hard to see when you look at my team, it's honestly hard to be modest
We like the Bucks, leadin' the league, except my whole team could be Giannis, we going beyond this
I cannot give you time of day
We just trynna find a way
Fuck the world, no climate change
Fuck the rules, what Simon say
All I rock designers names
I prefer the finer things
Dope lines like your sinus
Rhymes be fucking timeless
And you know that
Told your bitch, she can hold that
Take a pic, no Kodak
Take a zip, we blow bag
Welcome back to the program
Why you act like you know them
Matter fact you should slow down
Before you act like a whole clown
Credits
Writer(s): Henry Maysack
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