Run It Up

Ay, ay, run it up Nigga run it up Yeah, run it up Told myself, "G Herbo fuck these bitches run it up" Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up If my mama told me one thing, that's to run it up I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck Money calling like la-la-la-la-la-la-la Big old houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha Keep the hammers out in traffic, boy I hopped out, bla-bla-bla I am not with that rapping boy, I be capping boy Big G Herbo, you know I'm not with that rapping boy Don't do rap beats, keep my strap on cap, I'm clapping boy Know No Limits, Dream Team 150, we make lots of noise M16 totes, 50 shots, yeah we got lots of toys Soon as I ran up that check bitch I bought choppers and cocaine Soon as you ran up that check, you bought Givenchy and Balmain These lil niggas is silly They don't really hear me, they ain't tryna run up on mili I was broke than many, I ain't had a penny, they ask do I miss it, not really Now it's 200k when I come back from states, bout to link up with (?) and Philly I might dash out the 'Rari or might pull up passenger seat in that new Wraith with Bibby I'm not fucking around, had to get on my grizzy, and now I'm on top, evidently And No Limit I trust, for No Limit I bust, nobody fucking with us Told my niggas run it up Told myself, "G Herbo fuck these bitches run it up" Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up If my mama told me one thing, that's to run it up I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck Money calling like la-la-la-la-la-la-la Big old houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha Keep the hammers out in traffic, boy I hopped out, bla-bla-bla I am not with that rapping boy, I be capping boy Since before I ran it up I'm with the same niggas Mama told me, stay from out there with them gang members Foe nem posted, serving heights, smoking tote pipes, shooting dice Fucking hoes, hitting blocks, tryna pull on the ops, every day shit, it's the life I got day one niggas fresh out the prison, some of them niggas got life Niggas play with them pistols, they come to court snitching, I swear these fuck niggas ain't right And I don't fuck with police, I keep my shit on me cause I can't get left at the light See them lights and pull over, no go, I'ma smoke 'em cause they don't read niggas, they write Used to go sleep at night with like 4 sheets at night, we ain't had no heat at night Now I can see at night, go spend 10 Gs a night, spend 10k on (?) Used to sip on that drank, till no more I couldn't take, wake up and I pour least an 8 And I save me some cake but it don't really matter, I'm gon' run it up either way Told myself, "G Herbo fuck these bitches run it up" Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up If my mama told me one thing, that's to run it up I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck Money calling like la-la-la-la-la-la-la Big old houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha Keep the hammers out in traffic, boy I hopped out, bla-bla-bla I am not with that rapping boy, I be capping boy