Ran it up

I done ran it up
Till my bag got stuffed
Till my calf muscle bust
Still think I ain't ran enough
Niggas all cap
Where your sack
Where you at
When it's time to tap back
Niggas missing like a kidnap
Wrist got frosting
Ever since fourteen
I was off the porch
Trying to get it by any means
Still ride by my old scenes
Copping ozs
Best friend was a dope fein
I done ran it up til my bag got stuffed
Til my calf muscle bust
Still think I ain't ran enough
Niggas all cap
Where your sac
Where you at
When it's time to tap back
Niggas missing like a kidnap
Wrist got frosting
Ever since fourteen
I was off the porch
Trying to get it by any means
Still ride by my old scenes
Copping ozs
Best friend was a dope fein

I don't plan on stopping
Following my dreams
Running through the bands
Like a big hole in my jeans
Dropping stacks
When a niggaa go shopping
Don't get smacked
Like a deer caught in high beams
Ice cream water on my neck
Froze nicely
Know that its pricey
Is he rich might be
Gang roll tightly
Every nigga with me
Got a bank roll
We don't stop to pay tolls
Spicy
Hammer to the game
Nigga cause the flow
Just too legit
Money why I came
I'm gonna count that money
When I dip
Nigga weigh in with the pay in
We relaying all the chips
Niggas hating what you saying
Let a real nigga get rich
Bitches love to suck
So I always had mad brains
Never was a sucker
Yeah I always had mad brains
Always had mad lanes
Cause you can't do the same thing
Hoping out the blue
You going to get paid
Gotta change up
You could run it up
Only keep the chain tucked
If you scared he running up
If you like me you gon bust
Let em clean em up
Next day on the block
Moving weight tummy tuck

I done ran it up till my bag got stuffed
Till my calf muscle bust
Still think I ain't ran enough
Niggas all cap
Where your sac
Where you at
When its time to tap back
Niggas missing like a kidnap
Wrist got frosting
Ever since fourteen
I was off the porch
Trying to get it by any means
Still ride by my old scenes
Copping ozs
Best friend was a dope fein
I done ran it up till my bag got stuffed
Till my calf muscle bust
Still think I ain't ran enough
Niggas all cap
Where your sac
Where you at
When it's time to tap back
Niggas missing like a kidnap
Wrist got frosting
Ever since fourteen
I was off the porch
Trying to get it by any means
Still ride by my old scenes
Copping ozs
Best friend was a dope fein



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Writer(s): John Trevil
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