Run It Up (feat. Eazyy P)

I got it I got it I be gettin' to the big bag, man They be hatin', they be watchin' Big Mad, mad Boss talk, I should copyright the hashtag Big step, but when I step, I'm really like that Like that, I don't check the price tag Ice Spice in my mood, nigga, relax Feedback, I be snorin' in the Maybach They hate that, now I'm up, bitch, it's payback Run it up, run it up Happy about this money, is you dumb or what What the fuck is up? Get my niggas and line you up If you talkin', I type a talk, Trey, shoot her with a hawk I be ballin' like a sport Then she bust it open, what the fuck you thought Got the trap jumpin' like a somersault Yankee fitted uptown, nigga, from New York Runnin' through the trenches, steppin' with the hitters Slidin' on these niggas, runnin' up the digits Runnin' through the trenches, runnin' through the trenches I got it on me, you don't know me I got it on me, I got it Runnin' through the trenches, runnin' through the trenches I got it on me, I got it Still keep that ding on my hip Switch, when I shoot, I cannot miss I just upgraded my wrist, take a pic All these options poppin', I cannot decide Bowtie at the garden, feelin' like I'm tied Swervin' in the V, nigga, watch me ride Pull up, killin' them, it's a homicide Glory been at, nigga, street certified Runnin' through the trenches, nigga, never lie This a different type of hunger, never satisfied This a different type of hustler, you can feel a vibe Nigga talkin' out of pocket, I just give a nod Make a nigga lean back like Tyrus Paul I got it, I got it, I got it Runnin' through the trenches, steppin' with the hitters Slidin' on these niggas, runnin' up the digits Runnin' through the trenches, runnin' through the trenches I got it on me, you don't know me I got it on me, I got it I got it on me, I got it