Run It Up (WAR) ft. Tee Sativa & Jay Xtra Lyrics

Run Bitch

You how am coming bitch

Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

Touched down with the clique

We running streets

We kill you today bitch

Gun bussing Jay got extra shots to head, you ain't gonna escape nah

Tee coming with a strap

He want all the smoke Sativa he burning

Wait yah uh huh yah yah yah

You don't war with us you gonna die

Load the glock search for opps the whole night

In the morning they mourning for all they son's

Put your bitch on the bed she paralysed

I think it could be 12 I ain't count the round

Yeah I ain't count rounds

Dick her down

I ain't count the round

Dick her down

Fuck her ahh

Dick her down

Let me kill it

Let me kill it

On the bed with the bitch yeah its war

Yeah it's war

Yeah it's war

Yeah its war

Yeah it's war

Let me kill it

Let me kill it

On the bed with the bitch yeah its war

Yeah it's war

Yeah its war

Yeah it's war

Yeah its war

Catch up a flight

Nigga we stoners we blowing em clouds

Am with your bitch

Am with your bitch and she smoking my name

Nigga am Sativa

Sliding too deeper she screaming name

Nigga you drowning am owning your lane

Am with my brothers we smoking some trees

We got the power like Nelson Mandela

We got the power like Nelson Mandela

Yeah

We coming harder

Fuck lona

These niggas they thinking they chasing my peace

Nah check

What they don't know is that am smoking on people who tryna fuck up my peace

I feel like a king of the jungle, you run up on me imma send you to hell

I gun smoke when am feeling threatened ain't no cap shit am coming harder

And your bitch tryna it with the gang

We ain't finna do that for real

Let me switch her off

I be looking at her friend she be hot as fuck

Will I cuff her off

I don't know yet

But I wanna hit it from the back bang yeah it's war yeah

Touched down with the clique

We running streets

We kill you today bitch

Gun bussing Jay got extra shots to head, you ain't gonna escape nah

Tee coming with a strap

He want all the smoke Sativa he burning

Wait yah uh huh yah yah yah

You don't war with us you gonna die

Load the glock search for opps the whole night

In the morning they mourning for all they son's

Put your bitch on the bed she paralysed

I think it could be 12 I ain't count the round

Yeah I ain't count rounds

Dick her down

I ain't count the round

Dick her down

Fuck her ahh

Dick her down

Let me kill it

Let me kill it

On the bed with the bitch yeah its war

Yeah it's war

Yeah it's war

Yeah its war

Yeah it's war

Let me kill it

Let me kill it

On the bed with the bitch yeah its war

Yeah it's war

Yeah its war

Yeah it's war

Yeah its war

If it's war fuck em boys they get turned up to corpse

Break the law, kill the opps glock cocked

And you know that the cops gon knock knock

Let the bitch suck my dick so slow

Need for speed with police, don't choke

Now the bitch cannot breathe stop Pro

If we caught on the scene say you don't know

Beat up and beat up the case more shots

Yeah if its war

If its war

Fuck em boys

Fuck em boys

And you know

And you know that the cops gonna knock

Yeah it's war

Yeah its war yah

Yeah its war

Yeah its war yah