Run It Up

I said baby won't you come my way I got a place for you to stay
Ya we going in the room locked the door, now we getting laid
I told my boy let's go hit a two man and we'll call that a play
Them bullets flying fast like a Lamborghini so unduly
I'm picking yo bitch up in a Benz, but you can't see my face
We rollin up with the window tints
That's how we coming in
I'll make your body turn to spaghetti and we'll just call it flint
Your girl can't answer the phone cuz she In the back room getting bent
I'll tell you the truth, but I really hope that you don't get offended
We coming on the scene with them
hollow tips, this shit is not scripted
And I be serious about my Business so now you gotta listen
Your whole family gon be wishing that you paid attention and if yo as
is not gon ride wit us you staying on a bench,
we driving out and I'll hit your sprinter van once I got the tec
You hear the sirens,
they came to put your dying ass on a stretcher,
now they tellin me that you gone, I'm feeling even better
When ppl get sent to there grave I find it really clever,
we gonna do this shit when it's hailing it don't matter the wether
Gotta show respect to the steppas so to the front salute,
it feel like we coming with bazookas when we hop out the coup
It's sounding like we got the whole Taliban cuz we make it boom
On every song you hear me say FNO cuz that be my crew
And when I meet yo bitch for the first time I tell her how you
do, she tellin me that I'm looking good, lil boy dat be the truth
I'm going crazy hazy and puffin when I be in that booth,
you gonna get fucked up in the jail cell when you walking through
You got 5 years on top of your head now, you don't make no sound,
you said that you roll easy and different but it's all fading now
And You might as well throw on a face paint lookin like a clown,
they favourite thing to do is assaulting women, and fighting now
You brother got himself a lil scholarship think he famous now,
and you already kno what's the Moto so I'll just drake em out
FNO got me feeling like a balla yo,
and we still going up stepping on these hoes
And Our cash adding up look at all these rose
I be up in the mall buying different clothes
We in the studio just like the pros
If you got your strap keep it on the low,
they like what I'm saying do you want some more
Shout out to the plug he got all the dope
I'm straight to the bag ya I like to
brag, this cash so heavy making my pants sag
You wanna play around we'll put you to bed
Just like a pen fill you up with
led, I be to busy counting up my bread
When I play my song they be getting
mad, but all I be doing is spitting fax
I be puttin in work all the way at the max,
you got on a nice chain homie you'll get taxed
You showing me your song but it's really wack,
and I kno dem boys ain't got your back,
that's why you always getting smacked
If you keep playing you'll get attacked,
I'm the best in my city,
you bitches wack, you wanna light up ya I got the pack
And I carry FNO right on my back,
fast on the highway ya I do the dash,
pull up to the trap ya he got the stash
You can't keep up cuz I be moving fast,
I'm in first place and you'll be in last
We go so fast we just might crash,
if we take your shoes you won't get them back
I stay focused inside my bag,
gotta make it to the top to get them racks