Run It Up
Run it up
He ain down with cliq
He ain't one of us
Boy I do not give a damn
We can knuckle up
Told my boy just got a play
We can huddle up
Told em I know where he stay
We gone fuck 'em up
Silencer stay on the k
It's gone shut him up
Auburn be blasting the k
He be cutting up
Told that bitch get out my face
I ain't cuffing ha
Told that bitch get out the way
I ain't stunting ha
Nigga be talking real street
Like they murders
Don't hear yo name In the streets
I ain't heard of you
Gangster you just popped a bean
Just to turn you up
That gangster shit
Can get you cleaned
Right In front of us
Boy I ride with the team
We get right on the scene
You know you can die
You touch one of us
Take that lil boy on the ride
Tell em buckle up
Punch that boy right in his eye
Got my knuckle stuck
Shoot that boy right in his spine
Make his tummy Tuck
Shoot that boy right by his side
Make his brother jump
Told my bitch I'm tryna grind
She just wanna hump
Left my right hand behind
He kept doing stuff
I hate when get around bitches start moving sus
Then niggas get to acting stupid tough
My nigga you know
That's a stupid bluff
Yeah my nigga you know
That's a stupid bluff
These bitches shouldn't be new to us
You let them get through to us
Now it's just you not us
Peep game when they start moving sus
Yo main one he
Probably set you up
Try to wet up
Right inside of the Tesla
You got a vest on ya
Shoot at the neck on ya
Move like a professional
Don't need a messenger
Cause I'm gone be
The one catching you
And you can't get away
Cause I swear that I won't let you
You think my Glock retarded
Cause That shit shoot special
We gone shoot up his body
No space for his head room
Bullets hitting his body
Make the nigga do a dance move
Heard dem boys really fake
Had to watch out for my mans too
Tried to give him a hand
But it felt like a handful
Run it up
He ain't down with cliq
He ain one of us
Boy I do not give a damn
We can knuckle up
Told my boy just got a play
We can huddle up
Told em I know where he stay
We gone fuck 'em up
Silencer stay on the k
It's gone shut him up
Auburn be blasting the k
He be cutting up
Told that bih get out my face
I ain't cuffing ha
Told that bih get out the way
I ain't stunting ha
He ain down with cliq
He ain't one of us
Boy I do not give a damn
We can knuckle up
Told my boy just got a play
We can huddle up
Told em I know where he stay
We gone fuck 'em up
Silencer stay on the k
It's gone shut him up
Auburn be blasting the k
He be cutting up
Told that bitch get out my face
I ain't cuffing ha
Told that bitch get out the way
I ain't stunting ha
Nigga be talking real street
Like they murders
Don't hear yo name In the streets
I ain't heard of you
Gangster you just popped a bean
Just to turn you up
That gangster shit
Can get you cleaned
Right In front of us
Boy I ride with the team
We get right on the scene
You know you can die
You touch one of us
Take that lil boy on the ride
Tell em buckle up
Punch that boy right in his eye
Got my knuckle stuck
Shoot that boy right in his spine
Make his tummy Tuck
Shoot that boy right by his side
Make his brother jump
Told my bitch I'm tryna grind
She just wanna hump
Left my right hand behind
He kept doing stuff
I hate when get around bitches start moving sus
Then niggas get to acting stupid tough
My nigga you know
That's a stupid bluff
Yeah my nigga you know
That's a stupid bluff
These bitches shouldn't be new to us
You let them get through to us
Now it's just you not us
Peep game when they start moving sus
Yo main one he
Probably set you up
Try to wet up
Right inside of the Tesla
You got a vest on ya
Shoot at the neck on ya
Move like a professional
Don't need a messenger
Cause I'm gone be
The one catching you
And you can't get away
Cause I swear that I won't let you
You think my Glock retarded
Cause That shit shoot special
We gone shoot up his body
No space for his head room
Bullets hitting his body
Make the nigga do a dance move
Heard dem boys really fake
Had to watch out for my mans too
Tried to give him a hand
But it felt like a handful
Run it up
He ain't down with cliq
He ain one of us
Boy I do not give a damn
We can knuckle up
Told my boy just got a play
We can huddle up
Told em I know where he stay
We gone fuck 'em up
Silencer stay on the k
It's gone shut him up
Auburn be blasting the k
He be cutting up
Told that bih get out my face
I ain't cuffing ha
Told that bih get out the way
I ain't stunting ha
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Writer(s): Christopher Hendrix Merriweather
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