Run It Up

2012 I wasn’t doin shit ain’t none of these hoes wanna call me
2014 I got in the booth but I still had no one to support me
2016 I got in the streets I was building my mufuckin army
2018 I just hit the scene now all these hating bitches Saudi
Run it up, run it up, run it up, turn up the club yea fuck it up
Pour up a 8 that’s a double cup, I’m in the club with a Choppa tucked
Ya bitch in my section it’s dummy luck, she telling me that you ain’t man enough
While you at the crib tryna cuddle up, she in my whip tryna suck it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, I get a bag today, aye
I’m eating these rappers like Ramen, I work for the payment
I came up Rappin in the basemnt
I really came up out of nothing and turnt it to something
I stick up th plug like it’s nothin, I’m gunnin, no frontin
My Choppa disgusting if you want the smoke get to bustin
I pull up and stunt like a fade away, I might hit ya bitch and then fade away
Keep telling these rappers this shit is a marathon they run they shit like a
sprinter race
I throw up my set in the trenches, I roll a backwood full of pressure
I never be stressin, ya bitch in my bed looking sexy, while you on my line
tryna test me
No smoke, no drama you ain’t want no problems no problems
I got real shooters real riders they tote big poles big choppas
I got big bands big guala, that’s that trap money real commas
Shawty face down ass up, she got that good pussy good posture oo
You better start takin me serious, lot of these rappers be actin delirious
All in they feelings like they on they period, actin like bitches these pussy
inferior
Hop in the whip, two tone interior, I laugh at these rappers they really
hilarious
Hop on the freeway and do the whole dash, I’m skirtin and skirtin like fast and
the furious ah
2012 I wasn’t doin shit ain’t none of these hoes wanna call me
2014 I got in the booth but I still had no one to support me
2016 I got in the streets I was building my mufuckin army
2018 I just hit the scene now all these hating bitches Saudi
Run it up, run it up, run it up, turn up the club yea fuck it up
Pour up a 8 that’s a double cup, I’m in the club with a Choppa tucked
Ya bitch in my section it’s dummy luck, she telling me that you ain’t man enough
While you at the crib tryna cuddle up, she in my whip tryna suck it up
I do the dash like the runnin man, shout out to Kels I’m the gunna man
Me and the dawgs moving hand in hand, if I’m out in traffic got the gun in hand
Shawty drop it make it thunder man, I be counting bands smoke a hundred grams
Always tax on the pack call me Uncle Sam
Put a snapback on got the pack in the back pack
Me and Strik3 we the rat pack, pull up jump out of the back of the old van
We ain’t cappin on this rap shit, been trapping since back then
I move bags that’s past tense, you fell off been absent
My flow sick like bad spins, clean crisp no adlibs
You wasn’t there in the trenches so you ain’t here for the fat cribs
I can’t fuck with all the snaking, I can’t fuck with all the faking
You hate on my name cuz I made it, you hate on my name pussy say it
I fuck up a check and I run it up, my killers around me gon fuck you up
Some killers around me might fuck you up
They slide on your block for a hundred bucks
Real savages out here don’t give a fuck
They dumb on your block with a lot of pumps
We out here we trapping a lot of drugs
We out on the block with a lot of thugs
Pussy don’t walk up don’t want a hug if you touch a chain you get a hundred
slugs
2012 I wasn’t doin shit ain’t none of these hoes wanna call me
2014 I got in the booth but I still had no one to support me
2016 I got in the streets I was building my mufuckin army
2018 I just hit the scene now all these hating bitches Saudi
Run it up, run it up, run it up, turn up the club yea fuck it up
Pour up a 8 that’s a double cup, I’m in the club with a Choppa tucked
Ya bitch in my section it’s dummy luck, she telling me that you ain’t man enough
While you at the crib tryna cuddle up, she in my whip tryna suck it up