Runnin it up (feat. Tre Lavish)
Being broke was a choice so i made a decision i had to start runnin it up
I ain't got time to waste so i stay on my grind cuz i'm tryna be livin it up
Rest in peace uncle Damon it's crazy my nigga u can't even see that we up
I been hittin these hoes like you said i would my nigga you been knew wassup
Matter fact i just had me a nice lil shordy come over and give me some brain
Then she wanted to cuddle i can't even do it lil baby you must be insane
I got shit to get done yea i'm tryna be up, tryna own me a plane
Yeah i'm really just waitin on brighter days cuz i'm sick of the rain
So i'm runnin it up
Yeah i'm runnin it up
And i don't give a fuck
Aye, Aye
You know we pop out the cut
I'm wit my niggas wassup
You want smoke then we sendin it up
Aye, Aye
So i'm runnin it up
Yeah i'm runnin it up
And i don't give a fuck
Aye, Aye
You know we pop out the cut
I'm wit my niggas wassup
You want smoke then we sendin it up
Aye, Aye
You want some smoke then we havin this shit
I got pieces on me and a bag full of zips
When i pull it out i get to blastin and shit
Don't be cryin like you didn't ask for this shit
Niggas know i love the cash
I had to run it up i couldn't be last
I had to give this shit all that i had
I couldn't even show it to my own dad
I had to go get my own bag
Cuz i couldn't be a broke boy
Niggas be talkin that shit be talkin bout me but they ain't makin no noise
I just walked in this bitch i walked on the stage you know i was so poised
See me they say oh boy
Didn't we used to know boy
Nigga we all on top
Nigga we all on top we double F the gang
Ima come take yo spot, just need my guap, I bet they know my name
I had to tighten up my circle i wouldn't be around no lames
Yeah that's why my only friends is Jacksons and them Frankssss
So i'm runnin it up
Yeah i'm runnin it up
And i don't give a fuck
Aye, Aye
You know we pop out the cut
I'm wit my niggas wassup
You want smoke then we sendin it up
Aye, Aye
So i'm runnin it up
Yeah i'm runnin it up
And i don't give a fuck
Aye, Aye
You know we pop out the cut
I'm wit my niggas wassup
You want smoke then we sendin it up
Aye, Aye
I ain't got time to waste so i stay on my grind cuz i'm tryna be livin it up
Rest in peace uncle Damon it's crazy my nigga u can't even see that we up
I been hittin these hoes like you said i would my nigga you been knew wassup
Matter fact i just had me a nice lil shordy come over and give me some brain
Then she wanted to cuddle i can't even do it lil baby you must be insane
I got shit to get done yea i'm tryna be up, tryna own me a plane
Yeah i'm really just waitin on brighter days cuz i'm sick of the rain
So i'm runnin it up
Yeah i'm runnin it up
And i don't give a fuck
Aye, Aye
You know we pop out the cut
I'm wit my niggas wassup
You want smoke then we sendin it up
Aye, Aye
So i'm runnin it up
Yeah i'm runnin it up
And i don't give a fuck
Aye, Aye
You know we pop out the cut
I'm wit my niggas wassup
You want smoke then we sendin it up
Aye, Aye
You want some smoke then we havin this shit
I got pieces on me and a bag full of zips
When i pull it out i get to blastin and shit
Don't be cryin like you didn't ask for this shit
Niggas know i love the cash
I had to run it up i couldn't be last
I had to give this shit all that i had
I couldn't even show it to my own dad
I had to go get my own bag
Cuz i couldn't be a broke boy
Niggas be talkin that shit be talkin bout me but they ain't makin no noise
I just walked in this bitch i walked on the stage you know i was so poised
See me they say oh boy
Didn't we used to know boy
Nigga we all on top
Nigga we all on top we double F the gang
Ima come take yo spot, just need my guap, I bet they know my name
I had to tighten up my circle i wouldn't be around no lames
Yeah that's why my only friends is Jacksons and them Frankssss
So i'm runnin it up
Yeah i'm runnin it up
And i don't give a fuck
Aye, Aye
You know we pop out the cut
I'm wit my niggas wassup
You want smoke then we sendin it up
Aye, Aye
So i'm runnin it up
Yeah i'm runnin it up
And i don't give a fuck
Aye, Aye
You know we pop out the cut
I'm wit my niggas wassup
You want smoke then we sendin it up
Aye, Aye
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Writer(s): Kj Davinci
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