Run Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm never ever for the bitch over no nigga (Sorry Jaynari) I'm with my sister, keep it pimpin', trickin' niggas Niggas is, hood niggas catchin' feelings (Woo) Baby mamas startin' drama, man, I'm chillin' Lil' bitch, you should ask 'em what the kid like Man, you can have him, 'cause your nigga, he don't eat it right That pussy clean, keep it fresh like a suit and tie Man, I don't want him, I just fuck him for the exercise Let's keep it movin', pimpin' Pull up, I just pop and go We out this bitch like I robbed a store I'm with the blade a bitch like I topped a ho And if your friend jump in, I'ma pop the four And it ain't no question when I bomb a ho You get to talkin', I'ma walk it on another note You say you with the shit, what you call your mama for? Man, these basic-ass bitches so comical And I'ma tell that lil' bitch [Chorus] Why she lookin' at me crazy? These hoes can't be serious All hype, no gas, still talkin' But I'ma have to put it like this Tell a bitch run up Let a bitch run up Tell a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up, line it up, line it up) Let a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up) Nigga, F-U-C-K-Y-O-U [Verse 2] Ain't never trippin' 'cause I keep my shoes laced And if I'm in some high heels, I'm stompin' out your face Bitches gettin' on my nerves, think it's time I regulate If she comin' at me sideways, I put her in her place You could catch me on the swerve off of 94th and 8th Keep some killers in my yard, quick to hop up out the gate We gon' make 'em bring the bird out any time of day Get to bustin', have 'em duckin', fuck 'em runnin', catch a case Say how you want it, nigga? Pull up, whole squad dead, swat niggas, it's murder gang I'm a real one that don't need a feature, I'ma keep it short, won't mention names I'ma show my ass to these ass eaters, pussy nigga and wifebeaters Ain't really with that gas, nigga, I ride the beat, you sightseeing I'm self-made, original, Inglewood if you didn't know Don't worry 'bout if I'm gettin' mine, just focus on what you lackin', ho We really 'bout that action, anywhere, we get it crackin' You could catch me up in traffic, catch a head, I'm not your pappy, nigga [Chorus] Why she lookin' at me crazy? These hoes can't be serious All hype, no gas, still talkin' But I'ma have to put it like this Tell a bitch run up Let a bitch run up Tell a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up, line it up, line it up) Let a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up, line it up, line it up) Tell a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up, line it up, line it up) Let a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up) Nigga, F-U-C-K-Y-O-U, nigga [Bridge] Uh, to the chin Better jab that bitch to the left These bitches ain't got no hands Talk that talk, then do your shit And I'm thuggin' like uh, to the chin I'ma jab that bitch to the left These bitches ain't got no hands Talk that talk, then do your shit [Outro] Tell that lil' bitch Do she know who the fuck I am? Bitch, I got seven felonies in motherfuckin' three counties Let a bitch run up Nigga, F-U-C-K-Y-O-U, nigga Naw, fuck you and your nigga, bitch, I don't give a fuck Bring your mama, your auntie, your daughter All them motherfuckers get beat the fuck up Nigga, F-U-C-K-Y-O-U, nigga