Run It Up Lyrics

I'm tryna beat you back and pull your hair Out, I ain't tryna hear none of it, with that

Beef shit, I'm a dollar, baby, I will not play With no bull, S-R-T-F, big boy twerk

That hood be hating, don't know what you Doing, I got a switch on my back, that Glock Will

Miss, it's your life I'm pursuing, that boy Hittin' the lotto, he blew all his bread

Cause he a ho, niggas be deridin' for no Reason, they ain't got no pay, none to show no more

I don't even got time to argue with niggas, They be gon' be here, so yeah, they niggas

Be talking bout we had smoke, but you Would've been choked, and show me what That mouth do

Or I can buy you lemons, yeah, uh, hold it Right there, stop, she talking bout she tryna

Sit on that, well hold on, I ain't ready, they Made room inside his brain, these 6-2s

Going in, she give me sight, that, she put my Gun inside her purse, I got that right

Back, uh, we making shit hot, he thought it Was chillin' out, but when they cruise, fuck

Up his flip-flop, uh, I don't even speak on shit No more, but if I did, these niggas

Gon' play with decks, and it mean they life Gone, uh, man, these hoes be overrated, I

Got some fine shit at the crib, beat down Hard walls, and then I skate em, uh, all these

Hoes like Russia crazy, who tryna fuck with One man, ain't tryna fuck the whole team, what

The hell you mean, uh, you P.G.Y. get hit in The mouth, they love to diss, we slide up

On they block, they ho crew in the drought, I Don't even like the I.G. beef, I'm tryna

See what the hell that's bout, these niggas Be sharing drugs, they diss, we touch the

Dicks, man, what the fuck, now I'm tryna get On that double X, L shit, I can spell shit

I don't need light or drugs to ride with Yeah Niggas, I'll get your metal split