Run It Up

Premeditated murder, bitch, I keep that on my mind
I know his time ending soon, I sit back and recline
These snakes, they watching every move, can't slip up and rewind
When 12 start asking questions, born deaf and born blind

Y'all niggas really been doubting me, whole time been after me
Used all this fake love, then got streams, keep watching me
Like I said, y'all can't compete, do it all for the family
Sit around the table ina year bitch, we gon' all eat

Bitch nigga tried to do me wrong, his main bitch just hit my phone
I'll leave yo name on a tombstone, see all my diamonds they two tone
Walk'em down shot and hit shit, headshots we never miss
How could I be pussy when you ducking, you illegal, bitch

Premeditated, I'm underrated, my consistency is not complicated
I made a move and y'all niggas waited to been true to me
See, I'm never faking, y'all playing games, not naming names
I'm taking off like a airplane, yo bitch throwing that ass back

And she wetter than a damn hurricane, this the new me
Fuck the old vibe, we gang bang with mob ties
Serve him up with a side of fries, pussy niggas been rapping lies
Pushing P and I ain't, talking perks, bad bitch, I'ma make her hurt

If you think I'm cuffing you, bitch, please, you better put in that work
Bitch, we run it all like
I'm the sum of the light
All this money come like

Everything exclusive for my dogs, you know we run it all like
Pushing all this weight behind this wheel, I damn near part of the nerve
In the vet, I turn the traction on, I'm cutting all the curves
Thick little bitch, my type, ain't seen the face, just need the curves

New money, got a new flame, don't approach her now, you might feel the burn
Got a whole hundred round drum out of this gun, bout to threw my arm out
Bitch, you begging my name, watch when I stand, know that I come out
Ask tomorrow to go skirt out of this life, you better pardon me

Looking out of the rearview, see these blue lights, go follow me
Go wax on, I'ma wax off, I been working silly, break a backbone
Chopper, get the tripper, take your back off, I never ever take a tag off
While you acting up, got a wrist see, I'ma return her back to the streets

While you back on my top now, I be walking what I talk like
Bitch, we run it all like
I'm the sum of the light
All this money come like

Everything Xclusive for my dogs, you know we run it all like



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Writer(s): Jordan Winford
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