Run It ft. Lite F.M Lyrics

I'm saucy call a cab

Heard some nigga talkin hot

We gon run down on his block

Whatever he got

That nigga gon run it run i

Heard he talkin shit

We gon run up in his crib

Send me addy ain't gon be no stopping u and ya family ya niggas gon run it run it

A nigga make me mad

Then I'm gonna do the dash

U started somethin

Cant tell me nothin

Just stop all the frontin lil nigga

Run it run it

I'm tryna get a bag

Now these niggas mad yea

Yea I got a past nigga

Ain't no runnin from it from it

A nigga on his bully now u really outta luck nigga

All about this paper give fuck about u fuck niggas

I'm the nigga that get niggas touched nigga

Its fuck bitches and fuck niggas

Cant trust a bitch I rather jump the bridge

Or climb the roof and jump off the shit

Started gettin money now these bitches say they need me

These niggas know timing I'm on whenever they see . . . me

If I told u the shit I seen u prolly wont believe me

It made me cold every bitch I date she wanna leave me

No I cant love her

I'm loving this money

Baggin this money and fuckin ya honey

Dick all in her tummy yolo. 0h

She told me her nigga is bummy

I tell her stop talking

If it ain't about money keep walking

She ain't tryna fuck ain't no talkin

This gas in the blunt me coughing

The ops on the block they be hawkin

Bitch if u want my attention

Just tell me u with it to fuck

If a nigga gon call up my phone

He better be talkin bout bucks

I'm drunk and I'm high and I dont give a fuck

I'm gon have to bounce when I get off this nut

I tolerate I dont know about trust

Before I go baby fill up my cup

I'm saucy call a cab

Heard some nigga talkin hot

We gon run down on his block

Whatever he got

That nigga gon run it run i

Heard he talkin shit

We gon run up in his crib

Send me addy ain't gon be no stopping u and ya family ya niggas gon run it run it

LITE F.M

I’m at it again Run It Up

Packing the bricks in bacc of the Benz

None of you niggas can fuck wit us

Extendo attached wit a beam Yea

So Watch what you sayin Cuz you can killed for a fee

I’m fucking your bitch for free

I got a new bitch every week

Run it up or I gun you down Either way I aint playin round

Got cop killers in the clip nigga Ima need a lawyer now

Snitch nigga took a stand on me

Thought you was my mans homie But you ain’t really who you say you is Well fuck it then ima let it rip

Like a staircase we gone run it up

Starting problems You ain’t dumb enough

A 100 locs come fuck u up Pussy nigga you ain’t tough enough It’s gone be a man down Tell yo homie stand down

Ima Win hands down I feel like the man Now bitch

I’m cashin Out Foreign whip when I’m baccin Out

Bitch nigga don’t be actin out Have my locs in your granny house

Post up like we live there Bitch nigga you been scared

Down and out yea I been there And I ain’t never going bacc so run it up

I'm saucy call a cab

Heard some nigga talkin hot

We gon run down on his block

Whatever he got

That nigga gon run it run i

Heard he talkin shit

We gon run up in his crib

Send me addy ain't gon be no stopping u and ya family ya niggas gon run it run it

A nigga make me mad

Then I'm gonna do the dash

U started somethin

Cant tell me nothin

Just stop all the frontin lil nigga

Run it run it

I'm tryna get a bag

Now these niggas mad yea

Yea I got a past nigga

Ain't no runnin from it from it