Ran It Up Freestyle
Ran It Up by myself had to go get a sack
Niggas start shooting we had to dump back
Throw it in the river forgot about that
Ask where the 40 don't know where it's at
If it's about money you know i dive deep
Look at my pockets them hoes done got steep
pretty lil bitch and her ass is on fleek
Hit from the back and then bust on her cheek
On to the next man it's time turn the page
Like my nigga Kyrie we burning some sage
Puff by myside yea that is my Johnny
He kickin shit ian tammat cage
With two b and Puff we handing out fades
Lay his ass out like a full house of spades
Ballin on niggas like my name is cade
Js on my feet the material suede
Savage young nigga I come from the lump
Chillin with BG hop out with the pump
Aim at his head now his brain look like crumbs
Tired of these niggas they really some bums
His Bm suck it like she only got gums
But she was a opp so she had got the boot
Niggas in the street but aint havin no loot
He answering question like a game of kahoot
You niggas not solid that boy really fruit
But that's what seperate yo homies from mine
Could leave a whole band and they wouldnt take a dime
Me and my niggas having more money than chime
They'll wipe yo nose but them boys is not slime
Coming thru and we ain't showin no mercy
Havin all these bars like a white chocolate Hershey
If the windows tinted she givin a slurpie
This glock it's gone ride for me that's for certain
Spread my money out like that bitch was a curtain
Sippin good drank but no its not purple
Keep me a K keep the snakes out my Circle
Jump over niggas like they was a hurdle
Snap on these beats ion need a rehearsal
I speak my mind my thoughts is real verbal
See they true colors like my vision thermal
These niggas look up to me I feel like a pharaoh
Captain Jack to them boys call me Jack Sparrow
Godfather to em like Robert De Niro
Can't switch to my lane cause the street is too narrow
Thought i shot twice that was only the echo
Slide down the brook ian tammat meadow
This ain't the full game this only the demo
Brickhouse on the come up man you get the memo
These niggas be Dick eating they really be homo
Ain't got no money you really a bozo
BG just came and scoop me in the stolo
Hang with the homies still walk around solo
Puff had a pound Monday next day got sold
You had that weed for a week man it's old
Money flowin coming in by the load
Can't stuff in my jeans cuz they overflowed
Niggas start shooting we had to dump back
Throw it in the river forgot about that
Ask where the 40 don't know where it's at
If it's about money you know i dive deep
Look at my pockets them hoes done got steep
pretty lil bitch and her ass is on fleek
Hit from the back and then bust on her cheek
On to the next man it's time turn the page
Like my nigga Kyrie we burning some sage
Puff by myside yea that is my Johnny
He kickin shit ian tammat cage
With two b and Puff we handing out fades
Lay his ass out like a full house of spades
Ballin on niggas like my name is cade
Js on my feet the material suede
Savage young nigga I come from the lump
Chillin with BG hop out with the pump
Aim at his head now his brain look like crumbs
Tired of these niggas they really some bums
His Bm suck it like she only got gums
But she was a opp so she had got the boot
Niggas in the street but aint havin no loot
He answering question like a game of kahoot
You niggas not solid that boy really fruit
But that's what seperate yo homies from mine
Could leave a whole band and they wouldnt take a dime
Me and my niggas having more money than chime
They'll wipe yo nose but them boys is not slime
Coming thru and we ain't showin no mercy
Havin all these bars like a white chocolate Hershey
If the windows tinted she givin a slurpie
This glock it's gone ride for me that's for certain
Spread my money out like that bitch was a curtain
Sippin good drank but no its not purple
Keep me a K keep the snakes out my Circle
Jump over niggas like they was a hurdle
Snap on these beats ion need a rehearsal
I speak my mind my thoughts is real verbal
See they true colors like my vision thermal
These niggas look up to me I feel like a pharaoh
Captain Jack to them boys call me Jack Sparrow
Godfather to em like Robert De Niro
Can't switch to my lane cause the street is too narrow
Thought i shot twice that was only the echo
Slide down the brook ian tammat meadow
This ain't the full game this only the demo
Brickhouse on the come up man you get the memo
These niggas be Dick eating they really be homo
Ain't got no money you really a bozo
BG just came and scoop me in the stolo
Hang with the homies still walk around solo
Puff had a pound Monday next day got sold
You had that weed for a week man it's old
Money flowin coming in by the load
Can't stuff in my jeans cuz they overflowed
Credits
Writer(s): Lamontrez Brickhouse
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