RUN IT UP

Ain't no tappin' that, bruh
Back to the streams where I am laughin' at, bruh, yea
I don't ever dap with my left
That's like eating without no bev', yea
Feelin' like MJ today, yea, 'cause I'm finna beat it today, yea
Lookin' so good, yea, today, yea, yo, somebody call up Zendaya
Feelin' conceited today (hold on)
I'm finna skeet on her face (hold on)
Her teeth is already white (hold on)
But I'm giving her a new toothpaste (hold on)
Eat it like some Lucky Charms (hold on)
Beat it like you're raised on a farm (hold on)

I'm finna just run it up (hold on)
I'm finna just run it up (hold on)
I'm finna just run it up (hold on)
I'm finna just run it up (hold on)
I'm finna just run it up (hold on)
I'm finna just run it up (hold on)
I'm finna just run it up (hold on)
I'm finna just run it up (hold on)
I'm finna just run it up (okay, okay)
I'm finna just run it up (okay, okay, okay)
I'm finna just run it up (okay, okay)
I'm finna just run it up (okay, okay)
I'm finna just run it up (okay, okay)
I'm finna just run it up (okay, okay)
I'm finna just run it up (okay, okay)
I'm finna just run it up (okay, okay)
I'm finna just run it up (okay, okay)
I'm finna just run it up (okay, okay)

I don't sneak, lil' bruh (lil' bruh)
Put your name all in the track, lil' bruh (lil' bruh)
Talking bout' streams you ain't runnin' it up (no you not)
Talking bout' ones bitch I'm runnin' it up
Oh, you slide with yo', gang
Chop' let it bang (chop' let it bang)
Feelin' like Curry I up it from range (up it from what)
He jacking that he is Two Twenty-Two
But that nigga a weirdo so, we, not the same (yuh)
Put an O in his back now he feelin' like dame (feelin' like dame)
No, I'm not old but I carry a cane (carry a cane)
Feelin' like joker, I look at you dying the laugh out loud, bitch, I'm moving insane
She talkin' bout' who
Talkin' bout' me (talkin' bout' me)
Yeah, she is cute but I'm still DTB (big dtb)
I got a chop, bitch with a beam (bitch with a beam)
Talking too crazy, I'll clear out the scene (clear out the scene)
Smoking on gas lil', bitch right out the seam (right out the seam)
This shit be kicking like fucking Bruce Lee (fucking Bruce Lee)
I got the crown, like Booker T (like Booker T)
Two Twenty-Two might put you on a tee (all on a tee)
Say, Tunka merch gotta cop me a tee (cop me a tee)
When I'm in England, I cop me some tea (cop me a tea)
My jeans black and yellow, black and yellow (black and yellow)
Talking too crazy, get stung by a bee (stung by a bee)
You can get a halo, get a halo (get a what)
Put right to God since you got Jesus piece (right with the)
Jordan ain't do that move, what's on your feet (what's on your feet)
Your J's is looking really fugazi (really, uh)
And I'm finna run it up (I'm finna run it)
I'm finna run it up (I'm finna run it)
I'm finna run it up (I'm finna run it)
I'm finna run it up (I'm finna run it)
I'm finna run it up (I'm finna run it)
I'm finna run it up (I'm finna run it)
I'm finna run it up (I'm finna run it)
I'm finna run it up (I'm finna run it)
I'm finna run it up (I'm finna run it)
I'm finna run it up (I'm finna run it)
I'm finna run it up (I'm finna run it)
I'm finna run it up (I'm finna run it)



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Writer(s): Dennis Gordon
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