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run it up - dev the follower lyrics

[hook: dev the follower]

run it up k!ller, run it up… yeah
(x4)

[verse 1: dev the follower]

you can’t f-ck wit me because i got the money suddenly
extended clips for b-tches who think that they can come step to me
only way you can get rich is if you win the lottery
it’s a long shot, let nine pop, and i’ll put you back in poverty

don’t give the money no more
don’t give a f-ck no more
whippin’ in a four door
coming at you with more
now i am coming at you with a foe
3 four-fives, airing out these hoes
so i will leave a couple holes
only concerned with getting that dough
running up stores
run from the po
packed with a .45 in the case, closed
death come soon because you have chosen

the greed, now you are weak
in a week you’ve hit your peak
knocked off your feet
only room for 3 seats
trip champ, i’m a three peat
so eat a couple reese’s
f-ck chief keef and his vv’s
i hope that he see’s me
they could never read me

f-ck me? no, f-ck you
couldn’t give a f-ck about what you do
suck my d-ck in the back of the coupe
bet you never thought this would happen to you

i can’t locate the propane
because you b-tches are so fake
yo, i do not f-ck with no snakes, for hope’s sake, i will unload lead
like i’m kobe, i am reppin’ these 3’s until i’m f-cking dead
f-ck with you, i inst-tute, i -ssist you in bed
i will go insane, because there’s something f-cked up with my head
so don’t come close, i will doze off and then force you to be left on read

[hook: dev the follower]

run it up k!ller, run it up… yeah
(x4)

[verse 2: slim will]

i’m in your top 5, f-ck it, made your top 3
ridin’ ‘round, turnt up, you know i got mad tree
and i’m with a pretty thing, yeah, she call me papi
n-ggas still hatin’ but that smith is right beside me
all my n-ggas self-made, yeah, we kinda c-cky
i’ll put the burner down, left hook; rocky
man i got hitters from the l down to palm beach
n-ggas wanna box but forgot my hands concrete
run it up, like a pay meter on a side street
feelin’ hot, n-gga jump… don’t be foggy
this tech melt your brain… leave you zombie
shout out to my n-ggas in the swamp and down in boggy
can’t forget where you came from, shout out to papi
yeah, i have to ask, i’m a gorilla on this fly beat
do you like the early morning; leave you sloppy
runnin’ up a check, tu; it’s a hobby

- dev the follower lyrics

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