Runnin it up ft. M4 Chosen Lyrics

Let's go, HB, huh?

M4

DT

huh, huh? Yeah, nigga

Yeah, they say I wasn't hungry enough

Now a nigga, be eatin' till the stomach is stuffed

Last tape, I ain't run it enough

This my first one back, so I'm runnin' it up

M4, DT, nigga, hop out the trunk

All black, he ain't even see me from the jump

All black, LV, with my bitch, we tough

Pull up GLE, we ain't ridin' hush

Pull up GLE, we skirtin' on some fast shit

Cut through the lane, Kyrie on the Maverick

I'm downtown, and I'm ridin' with a bad bitch I'm the type do it, cause I never had shit

You the type do it, cause you like to brag shit

Got caught at the check out, I pull up and bag shit

You sit at that light, I'ma pull up and blast shit

Got sent to the Kite, he my son, on some dad shit

Yeah, let's go

I'm his father, I call him my son-son

I already told you I'm clutchin' the tommy you fuck with me, catch a drum gun

Try and run up on 4, he a dumb-dumb

If you runnin' from four, ain't no fun run Dumbass got shot in the tum-tum

Try to tell you that shit was a uh-uh

Try to tell you that shit wasn't a good move

Try to tell you that shit was a bad trick

Niggas know wolves pop out on full moon

But I pop out at night on some bat shit

Arms, legs, limbs, detached shit

He ran from the shot and got hit in his back shit

Ain't never spendin' my paper I stack shit

Ain't never chasin' no bitch, I attract shit

Ain't finna chade no bitch don't even got legs for the shit

Nigga tryna walk outside in the daytime, we caught him at nighttime and hit that's it

I'm tryna bump out the cup with some hot shit, he ain't know that we do shit off the rip

I'm tryna bump out the cup with the beam on, cut on the flash and I'm takin' a flick

Cut on the flash and I'm takin' it, huh

Send him up, thank God he ain't makin' it

Died with his weapon, he thought he was takin' it

First time shit, I was videotapin' it

First time beating some shit, I recorded it

First nigga speak get his body distorted

Never lost track of the money assorted

Up in the nighttime, sleep through the morning

If it's up in the air, you would think I was Jordan

Ain't talkin' money, that shit unimportant

I'm tryna QB, sneak in a foreign

Can't get it here, I'ma get it imported

Bombin' his mans, I be leavin' em mourning

High speed pushin' the gas, I'ma floor it

If he got a wire, we give him a shortage

(HB,HB)