Run It Up
I come with the bag and I run it up
I hit the gas flip it and double up
You frontin on me is you dumb or what
I come on the track and I fuck it up
I come with the bag and I run it up
I hit the gas flip it and double up
You frontin on me is you dumb or what
I come on the track and I fuck it up
I come on the track and I fuck it up
Nigga you dumb, Aint fuckin wit scum
Drip on my feet, Crispy they come
Can't bother with lames I ain't one for the chum
Bottom my sneaks, Niggas like gum
Swag when I walk I was blessed with it young
Naturally shine, Glow from the sun
Ain't goin for 2 Gotta get number 1
Smooth when I talk but I fuck up the block
Cut it out nigga you know you a Op
No I don't sack chase I ain't no thot
Back to the bag bitch like it or not
Soloed the mission I like it a lot
Was born in this shit dont compete for no spot
Nigga you shitten they know that I'm hot
Blood in my veins but I cut out the clot bitch
I come with the bag and I run it up
I hit the gas flip it and double up
You frontin on me is you dumb or what
I come on the track and I fuck it up
I come with the bag and I run it up
I hit the gas flip it and double up
You frontin on me is you dumb or what
I come on the track and I fuck it up
I'm in the streets but never for the streets
A big energy a big difference
My loyalty don't ever come wit strings
But niggas out here movin real different
I was so resistant now I'm in the distance
Vibin' to my own shit Ion need no hit list
Straight to the cash and I'm cuttin all commitments
Fuck you to ya face bitch I don't need to diss shit
Uh, Wrist flip when my whip spin
Been whippin since the play pin
Dad told me just to say when
Now I'm whippin all whites like enslavement
10 toes to the pavement
Ever try to play me that'll be ya last
Frontin like it's sweet you can kiss my ass
Now they want the feature I just sit and laugh
Run that check nigga a hundred meter dash
I come with the bag and I run it up
I hit the gas flip it and double up
You frontin on me is you dumb or what
I come on the track and I fuck it up
I come with the bag and I run it up
I hit the gas flip it and double up
You frontin on me is you dumb or what
I come on the track and I fuck it up
I come with the bag and I run it up
I hit the gas flip it and double up
You frontin on me is you dumb or what
I come on the track and I fuck it up
I hit the gas flip it and double up
You frontin on me is you dumb or what
I come on the track and I fuck it up
I come with the bag and I run it up
I hit the gas flip it and double up
You frontin on me is you dumb or what
I come on the track and I fuck it up
I come on the track and I fuck it up
Nigga you dumb, Aint fuckin wit scum
Drip on my feet, Crispy they come
Can't bother with lames I ain't one for the chum
Bottom my sneaks, Niggas like gum
Swag when I walk I was blessed with it young
Naturally shine, Glow from the sun
Ain't goin for 2 Gotta get number 1
Smooth when I talk but I fuck up the block
Cut it out nigga you know you a Op
No I don't sack chase I ain't no thot
Back to the bag bitch like it or not
Soloed the mission I like it a lot
Was born in this shit dont compete for no spot
Nigga you shitten they know that I'm hot
Blood in my veins but I cut out the clot bitch
I come with the bag and I run it up
I hit the gas flip it and double up
You frontin on me is you dumb or what
I come on the track and I fuck it up
I come with the bag and I run it up
I hit the gas flip it and double up
You frontin on me is you dumb or what
I come on the track and I fuck it up
I'm in the streets but never for the streets
A big energy a big difference
My loyalty don't ever come wit strings
But niggas out here movin real different
I was so resistant now I'm in the distance
Vibin' to my own shit Ion need no hit list
Straight to the cash and I'm cuttin all commitments
Fuck you to ya face bitch I don't need to diss shit
Uh, Wrist flip when my whip spin
Been whippin since the play pin
Dad told me just to say when
Now I'm whippin all whites like enslavement
10 toes to the pavement
Ever try to play me that'll be ya last
Frontin like it's sweet you can kiss my ass
Now they want the feature I just sit and laugh
Run that check nigga a hundred meter dash
I come with the bag and I run it up
I hit the gas flip it and double up
You frontin on me is you dumb or what
I come on the track and I fuck it up
I come with the bag and I run it up
I hit the gas flip it and double up
You frontin on me is you dumb or what
I come on the track and I fuck it up
I come with the bag and I run it up
I hit the gas flip it and double up
You frontin on me is you dumb or what
I come on the track and I fuck it up
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Writer(s): Cytia Fontenette
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