Run It Up Lyrics

Run it up, run it up

Run me them pockets

You been a real bad dude so I'm holding you hostage

I'm in a real bad mood that you need to acknowledge

I think it's funny ain't nobody wanna stick around and listen to the raps

Now they finna listen when I reach into the backpack

Pull the mac out

Finna spaz out

Boutta pull a Eminem

Need the fat stacks

In the backpack

Need a bad bitch

With some good cat yeah

Good little kitty kitty

Got them fat titties

All my life I been running through the damn city

People tryna tell me how to handle my personal feelings

I ain't goin yo

Nope not goin hoe

Fan base growing tho

I ain't coming home

Drugs straight to the dome

No syrup in the foam

Stack the cash

I want it fast

I need my mask

To beat yo ass

Yeah we finna run it up, run it up

Woah

Never gon stop

Only thing I understand is climbing to the top

I'm tryna be a prodigy

And make my family proud of me

I got to conquer poverty

And maybe buy me a couple of properties

No

Can't hang with the rats

Sleeping upside down like a damn bat

Gotta watch all the angles for the traps

Feelin like sand man gotta stay intact

Finna eat the beat I'm pack man

Beat the pussy up I'm Tarzan

Doin what I want cause I can

Pulling up in the corvette

Fuckin off and having my baddie gimme a lap dance

Doin one hell of a job she earn 5 bands

Energy be bouncing all over the walls like vans

I could never give you the advantage under any circumstance

People always change

So I gotta change my ways

I can't be no fuckin lame

It's time to turn to supersayin

One punch that motha fucka

Stole his girl man she switched lovers

She tryna fuck under covers

Bad thing she wants it w no damn rubber

Hahaha, I did that

Run it up, run it up

Run me them pockets

You been a real bad dude so I'm holding you hostage

I'm in a real bad mood that you need to acknowledge

I think it's funny ain't nobody wanna stick around and listen to the raps

Now they finna listen when I reach into the backpack

Pull the mac out

Finna spaz out

Boutta pull a Eminem

Need the fat stacks

In the backpack

Need a bad bitch

With some good cat yeah

Good little kitty kitty

Got them fat titties

All my life I been running through the damn city

People tryna tell me how to handle my personal feelings

I ain't goin yo

Nope not goin hoe

Fan base growing tho

I ain't coming home

Drugs straight to the dome

No syrup in the foam

Stack the cash

I want it fast

I need my mask

To beat yo ass

Yeah we finna run it up, run it up