run it up ft. Tazzat Lyrics

Bitches always wana be all up in my stuff

Bitches wana see me dead but ion give a fuck

Calling up the goons yeah we really fuck shit up

Bitches down bad always talking on the block

Damn bitch why you always talking on the block

Smoking on the gas bitch you never did the walk

Yeah I'm getting bands bitch I'm going to the top

Calling up the goons yeah we just hit the lot

(Ohhhhh) (woahhhhh)

Bitch you know I'm riding wit a 4 (woah)

Js don't fuck wit no lame ass hoe

If u hit my line imma shut that door

Bitch you wana be all up in my fuckin stuff

Bitch you don't even know how to run it up

Bitch I'm counting bandz tryin get to my luv

And we're just going to the throne

Man I really miss my mf chick

When tf are we going to end up rich

Calling up the gonns bitch you know we run it up

Wana marry that shorty but I can't give it up

Bitches always wana hit me up

I ain't loyal to you so just give it up

Free my dawgs that are locked up in the bin

Why these bitches always acting like little kids

U a fan but u was playing on my downfall

U a little bitch and your kids even say so

Damn bitch what the fuck

Damn bitch you don't even know how to run it up

(Ohhhhhhh).

Why these bitches always wana be all up in my phone

Ion got no time for no fuckin hoe

I'm just tryin get to the gold

(Ohhhh) I'm just tryin run it up n get to the throne

(Ohhh) js don't fw no lame hoe

Bands for the huzz

You ain't ever run it up

We got hella thot hoes in the club going dumb

And we selling rock yo you can come and get you some

on exotic pot yo got me feeling (uh, yeah)

Off that xotic za

Know we coming for the stage, coming for your spot

Steady writing all these hits like a lil yacht

I got aftermarket parts on this fucking glock oh

I got aftermarket parts on the glock

9mm bullet with a marking on the top

And the slide don't jam cuz i filed out the spot

RIP your mans he had coming what he got (yeah, yeah)

I'm with JS 2x we going hard

You at payless getting payed less by your job

Rocking zarro fragrance yeah I'm smelling like i play golf

Take your new shawty Gucci shopping at the mall (yeah)

Know we going extra hard for the Y E G

You be talking down but lil boy do not play with me

You ain't never drive a car with a badge on the seat

Yeah we in that C3 coming to your street

We be dropping hits I don't know how they ever doubted

So many bricks I can't even fucking count em

You ain't ever see a single fucking stack

We got whole LLPs tryna cover up our tracks

You won't ever be like me if you dropping fucking trash

You don't have to be a fein to be hungry that's a fact

I'm with JS 2x on the track

Maybe if you say less then shawty will come back