Run Up 2.0 Lyrics

See them niggas duck they heads and you know I'm the reason

Come bearing gifts, you hear me rappin but it ain't the season

Cant trust a soul, supporting angels turn to jealous demons

Ain't seen a nigga ball like this since Jamarr Rookie season

I know you sitting there listenin to this like wtf he on

Mean in the field I cook these niggas, get my Griddy on

Ain't bout no paper I don't hear you, lil hoe leave me lone

This za too loud the shit I'm smokin on mark henry strong

You nigga can't beat me, won't outwork me like a Mexican

Pull up on yo block jst like it's chess bitch, checkin shit

Code word DUI, Drive thru, wrecking shit

When I come through I be turning heads, jst ask ya ex or sis

You gon make me disrespect some shit, you don't respect this shit

New Chop, big barrel, longer then a elephant

I won't give a fuck, it ain't bout paper it irrelevant

If we beef one thing for certain, you gon be the death in it

Ironic if I draw on ya you see how the gun erase ya

Keep a big ratchet on me, ima chubby chaser

Nigga every line dope, off a stream you relapse

Rapping circles round you niggas, beating em by laps

Keep playin wit me I'm sending bucks like a deposit

No intentions of a deabeat, swear that Ima pop it

Gotta clip long as a pool stick, it keep em in pocket

If all these rappers claiming they a plug, well we must be the socket

If my name on it then you know I'm bout to press

Excellence of Execution, I'm the mf best

If you rappers want beef, I make burgers, leave em squashed

They ain't even close to Derrty you say these niggaz washed