Run It Up Lyrics

If the plug gave you work better make it twerk no reverse

Every day like the first go berserk

Better run it up

You better run it up

And if you drop a little something on the web

And you trying to make that motherfucker bubble

Go up and do numbers tell em run it up

Help me run it up

Run it up like a sport I be at the fort

Bagging up Hey bro you got it Yeah of course

We can meet up at the store

Ok I'm coming down Dort

I'll be booming til I get enough support

From the music I record

Either way I'm good with it

Bookbag with a bow of Kush in it

Yoga pants I can see her puss in it

She kinda ugly but I'm drunk so she could get it

I ain't even fronting though

Your boy Joey bang bows like a funny bone

Trying to make my bank account grow and add a couple O's

Maybe three maybe four that's why I hustle bro

Nonstop come and shop

Tell em meet me at the top I'm trying to clock on every block

Mob on every opp get some top from every thot

Pop out with the Glock I shot him up in front of cops

But they on the payroll so they ain't do shit but watch

Like the Rollie on my wrist that I'm bout to get soon as the bag in

I was in a corner backed in that was back then

Now I'm snapping round the way they call me Khaled

All I do is win Joey coming let the champ in bitch

Make way move bitch get out the way I'm in my own lane

Road rage probably ain't dying from old age

In my city motherfuckers get raised to tote K's from a young age

He made the news front page got murdered for his J's and a gram of the yay

But I don't gank I just bank from the music and dank

My hustle up I run it up but don't give a fuck about race

If the plug gave you work better make it twerk no reverse

Every day like the first go berserk

Better run it up

You better run it up

And if you drop a little something on the web

And you trying to make that motherfucker bubble

Go up and do numbers tell em run it up

Help me run it up

Run it up I'm the fucking plug Got it out the mud

Huddled up I be coming up while you cuddled up with a slut

I be in them trenches with the pits you running with them mutts

But dog shit you never touch

I'm in this bitch tripping I really rap and can't nobody ever tell me different

I been the illest since an infant I was blessed and gifted

With a business mind I grind hard cuz bitch I gotta get it

My fam counting on me

I provide I provision fully independent

Stay about mine I multiply with my division

Do the math add it up I was mad as fuck

When all my bills past due and my line wasn't ringing

Had to get a real job but I never quit believing

I would get it from the music I treated this shit like breathing

Bitch I need it not defeated got a hunger and I'm a feed it

Used to tell me I was dumb now they saying I'm a genius

Cuz I pulled it off paid the cost

Sacrifice hustle pay the price

RIP Nipsey Hussle and everybody we lost in the struggle

If you feel me let's bubble and do numbers

If the plug gave you work better make it twerk no reverse

Every day like the first go berserk

Better run it up

You better run it up

And if you drop a little something on the web

And you trying to make that motherfucker bubble

Go up and do numbers tell em run it up

Help me run it up

If the plug gave you work better make it twerk no reverse

Every day like the first go berserk

Better run it up

You better run it up

And if you drop a little something on the web

And you trying to make that motherfucker bubble

Go up and do numbers tell em run it up

Help me run it up