Run Up On Me Lyrics

Tryna focus on music, I'm stuck in the streets

But I'm clutchin I stay with my heat

And I won't let these niggas get one up on me

You get done up, you run up on me

I remember them nights we was out tryna creep

Slide on opps, we was only 14

Now let's keep it a hunnid who fucking with me

Man these niggas can't fuck with my team

I done bossed myself up and done turn to a savage

Still a slide and go let niggas have it

And it's still free Lil Criz, yeah my dog wasn't average

When I blow, jus know we livin lavish

And I ran up a sack, flipping all of them packs

Never cap ina raps, always keep it a stack

Give a fuck about the fame, I just want all the racks

If you speak on my gang, you get turned to a pack

But now let's get back to the subject

I really mean it, I came up from nothing

On the block, posted up, I was struggling

I wasn't focused on bread, I was thugging

Now my pockets, now they never suffering

Promise myself, won't go back on that bum shit

And I swear I'm addicted to hunnids

I'ma go chase dis bag till I'm a hunnid

All these niggas be dissing in songs

But every time that we pull up, man I promise somebody get left on the floor

Niggas say that they bout it, but don't know the feeling to slide tryna up on the score

Niggas say that they sliding, but know that they lying them niggas they don't want no smoke

Uh, on gang

Tryna focus on music, I'm stuck in the streets

But I'm clutchin I stay with my heat

And I won't let these niggas get one up on me

You get done up, you run up on me

I remember them nights we was out tryna creep

Slide on opps, we was only 14

Now let's keep it a hunnid who fucking with me

Man these niggas can't fuck with my team

I done bossed myself up and done turn to a savage

Still a slide and go let niggas have it

And it's still free Lil Criz, yeah my dog wasn't average

When I blow, jus know we livin lavish

And I ran up a sack, flipping all of them packs

Never cap ina raps, always keep it a stack

Give a fuck about the fame, I just want all the racks

If you speak on my gang, you get turned to a pack

Man, I swear I'm up next and these niggas, they know it

You don't come correct, swear to god that I'm blowing

And if I get the chance, I know I ain't gon' blow it, like Uhh

You claimin you gangster, well nigga come show me

And this gun got a bullet, it got your name on it

And I'm big Ebk, anybody who want it, Uhh

But like, fuck it, I'm on my thug shit

Tryna blow up, but I swear I be buggin

Keep it on me, cause karma, she a dumb bitch

Run up on me, you get shot for that tough shit,

I'm 200, niggas know that we run shit, Slide on they block jus to drill on sum fun shit,

Smokin your homies, that shit got me bustin

If it's up then it's stuck, I don't want no discussions

Tryna focus on music, I'm stuck in the streets

But I'm clutchin I stay with my heat

And I won't let these niggas get one up on me

You get done up, you run up on me

I remember them nights we was out tryna creep

Slide on opps, we was only 14

Now let's keep it a hunnid who fucking with me

Man these niggas can't fuck with my team

I done bossed myself up and done turn to a savage

Still a slide and go let niggas have it

And it's still free Lil Criz, yeah my dog wasn't average

When I blow, jus know we livin lavish

And I ran up a sack, flipping all of them packs

Never cap ina raps, always keep it a stack

Give a fuck about the fame, I just want all the racks

If you speak on my gang, you get turned to a pack

Ha, gang, EBK, Jay Ebk, remember the name

Ha, On gang