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run it up - cheecho lyrics

[intro]

d*mn, hunterz, hunterz, hunterz
n*ggas ain’t f*cking with us, man
free gbaby
long live cutta

[hook]

n*ggas playing with my name like i ain’t run it up
n*ggas playing with the game like we ain’t going to f*ck it up
we got five drac’s, we got two cars, they ain’t f*cking with us
i got ten hunters, treat them like security cause they touching n*ggas
i saw one of my opps right by minnesota and i upped that sh*t
b*tch, you know i’m loaded, when you wear it, might catch you, better not touch that sh*t
stick a hundred bags, put it on his head, bet he hear that sh*t
give me fifty seconds, i’ma make it happen, i’ma clear that sh*t

[verse 1]

everybody know i got huntеrs, we ain’t half*stepping
fifty shots or bettеr, i ain’t wailing, no more hand weapons
opps ain’t got no face card in the street, they got bad credit
you better keep that energy when i see you, this my last message
i be in ’em apartments with them weapons, to my opp, be careful
i might stake a n*gga’s house for weeks just to get the schedule
i been playing it cool, i’m ’bout to take it to another level
you better watch that car, when they bend the corner, tell ’em “hit whoever”
they know i’m the goat, i might slide with clip just to shoot a movie
we got fast sh*t on that back hill, sh*t like call of duty
i told gumdog, “don’t let nothing happen when i make a movie”
we just caught a opp and we sent him up, now they got to make they move
[bridge]

d*mn. n*ggas got to make they move, man. we ain’t f*cking around, man. you know what the f*ck going on, man. we hunters ’til we die, man. free gbaby, man; long live cutta, man. we don’t f*ck with none of the opps, man. 2021, man, we hopping out cars on ’em

[verse 2]

i told vick, “go hit all of it,” i told the judge, “go free all this sh*t”
this sh*t for gbaby cause he slid
ya’ll going to trade your car, he ’bout to get it
i’m a trap n*gga, i spend the re*up just to get him hit
i’m the type, n*gga, i don’t talk, i just hit
n*ggas playing with my name like i ain’t did sh*t
i’m trying to catch him through my b*tch and get his crib hit
i got pull from the north to the south, you don’t know how i deal with
i’ma do this sh*t for bree and for spike, them was my hitmen

[hook]

no, for real, man, on god, man, we clearing sh*t, man. everybody better get the f*ck out the way, man. if you ain’t no hunter, this sh*t going to happen to you. you hear me? ain’t no both sides, man. there’s one side; f*ck the other side, man. in hog we trust. huh? huh?

- cheecho lyrics

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