Run It Up

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