Run It Up Lyrics

Fill it in ya back when the bass hit

Let me take you back to the basics

Avenues alleyways real H shit

Back then Woodie Wood on the playlist

Back then dime bags .86

Not friends watch mandem shape shift

Split tongue long tail real snake shit

Alley way Gucci real fake shit

Real broad worth ten times fake bitch

Hi Q all purple real grape shit

I used to look up to idols

Now I feel I could look em in they face shit

Step on the mat w ya ASICS

Real firm don't slip can't fake this

There's only one shot don't waste it

You miss all the ones you don't take shit

Word to Wayne Gretzky another great man in the book

Who knows he had it all what it took

Went the extra mile stayed an extra hour

Not just another man who did what he could

Word to MJ wait Jordan or Jackson

All brown skin no Anglo Saxon

Too slow man need closed caption

Put the mic down stop actin

We really out trappin all my homeboys tryna get it

If you ain't talking bout chicken

I ain't gon give you the minute

Hit the joint one more time then bounce out when I'm finished

No Popeye but I love me some spinach

Money long clip long that's extensions

Name good and that goes with out mention

Drop dead silence on a yard full of tension

Oh but wait let me pick up the pace

I been ridin round on the side of town tryna slide a pound

Break it down roll around get the orders down quarter pound money go around

Ride around at roller town bad bitch hold it down

Lemme say it loud quit callin my phone until the trap say we open now

Ok the trap open now ok the trap open now

Run it up run it up run it up

Run it

Run it up run it up run it up

Run it

Run it up run it up run it up

Run it

Run it up run it up run it up

Run it

My bitches ass was getting tatted while I wrote this

And every real nigga can quote this

I ain't saving no bitch and I could give 2 fucks about the show biz

I just wanna free my niggas feeling home sick

Real killas we on shit