Run it up

Hold up
I dont talk to much
Yeah
Hold up
I just flex to much
Yeah
Hold up
I just smoked to much
Hold up
I am high as fuck
Yeah
Drippin with my ice
On my neck yeah
I got money in my mind
Fuck that bitch yeah
I got fucking bitches going fucking lit Yeah
Imma drift my car its fucking sick
Always workin hard in this motherfucking world
I aint got no problems, it's a fucking pearl yeah
I got many dumb bitches going crazy
So I told them fuck you I am lazy
Hold up I run I up Yeah

Hold up I run I up Yeah
Hold up I run I up Yeah
Hold up I run I up Yeah

Hold up I fuck it up yeah
Hold up I fuck it up yeah
Hold up I fuck it up yeah
Hold up I fuck it up yeah

I got bitches going nuts
Imma keep it in my guts yeah
No one cares so fucking stop it
Imma buy it, so give it up yeah
Lock it up, what what
No don't stop what what
Crash a car, what what
Roll it up what wwhat
Now you crack it up, what what
Don't fucking stop what what
I fly to mars what what
Then took it up what what
I'm Flying to mars
Then pass from the moon
I always to soon
Changing the mood
I'm Going down
I rock with the crew
Hating on you
Hanging with you
No one will fuck with the crew
I'm going down
Feeing so slow
Having a show
I'm going below
I'm rocking now
I'm feeling so cold
No I wanna roll
You better give up
No I don't want to lose
Yo ozzy! Where the fuck are you at man? Let's go!

I don't wanna lose
Everyday same person different mood
I wake up and feel like everyday is like a loop
I'm looking through the window and all I see you
Love is like a sticker all you need is some superglue

Ok mind your business little bitch come lick this biscuit
I ain't even gonna risk it just to see your little triskit
Baby mama I ain't playing
With my feelings she be playing
All these bitches they be praying
On their knees they be slaying

Lil bitch come in my coup
She wanna hit the woo
No matter what I do
My demons they be cool
I'm chillin with my crew
I don't know what to do
No matter what you do they still gonna judge you

These hoes they wanna fuck
I pull with a truck
The system is fucked up

They get really mad when you make to the top
I'm hungry for the money
You be lookin like a dummy you be getting hella funny

What you doing bad bitch all alone? yeah
On this time yeah
Homies getting broke yeah
Imma hold it in my throat yeah
Change the notes yeah motherfucker hurts yeah
What?
I don't die yeah
I'm alive yeah
I can't lie

I don't die yeah
I'm alive yeah
I don't cry yeah

Hold up I run i up Yeah
Hold up I run i up Yeah
Hold up I run i up Yeah

Hold up I fuck it up yeah
Hold up I fuck it up yeah
Hold up I fuck it up yeah
Hold up I fuck it up yeah



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Writer(s): Ozzy Abela
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