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run it up - iiiamdemoi lyrics

[hook]
run it up like a f-ckin check (god d-mn)
red dot choppa aim it at yo neck (graaaaaa)
run it up like a f-ckin check (bow bow bow bow bow bow)
we poppin’ n-ggas man they betta’ have a vest

[verse 1]
i wake up and chase me a bag (god d-mn)
all of my n-ggas be getting that money yea we love counting them bands
hop in a whip you know its foreign (skrt skrt skrt) just check out the tags (god d-mn)
n-gga talkin sh-t gotta clip n blow out his whole back (pew pew pew pew)
cop a backwood call up the plug and cop me some mo’ gas
n-ggas wanted smoke now i’m smokin yo best friends (god d-mn)
n-ggas be mad cause i’m outchea chasing a bag
yea i’m runnin towards the money (god d-mn)
super fast like i’m sonic (god d-mn)
i’m smokin on chronic
sippin this lean man i can not function

[hook]
run it up like a f-ckin check
red dot choppa aim it at yo neck (graaaaaa)
run it up like a f-ckin check (bow bow bow bow bow bow)
we poppin’ n-ggas man they betta’ have a vest

[verse 2]
dont f-ck with amateur b-tches
i’m tryna get all my riches
i dont be smokin no swishers
and i do not f-ck with these n-ggas
little b-tch i am da man
what the f-ck is you sayin (god d-mn)
yo tongue is where i can land
catching my kids you feeding my fam (woof)
her little p-ssy tight like a cheerio
she wanna f-ck me and all my bros (god d-mn)
she wanna be all up in my videos (i can’t)
you can’t do that cause you a silly hoe (woof)
copped me a fanta and poured me a four (slump)
my lungs is filled with h-lla smoke (pasto)
i got the sauce like the guy oh
b-tch i’m done like faneto

[hook]
run it up like a f-ckin check
red dot choppa aim it at yo neck (graaaaaa)
run it up like a f-ckin check (bow bow bow bow bow bow)
we poppin’ n-ggas man they betta’ have a vest

[verse 3]
remember i was livin lavish with 2 thots
remember we was rollin wilding with 2 glocks
and my n-ggas f-ckin savage we had shoot outs
n-ggas thought we wasn’t ’bout it till we pulled up to they house
pop out on they block and they sh-t got shut down
n-ggas say they ’bout it but never gone bust rounds
n-ggas really dont want smoke i’m at your head boutta take yo crown (yeah)
n-ggas be cappin they talk sh-t when i’m not around
most of these n-ggas is goofy (god d-mn)
all of these b-tches is thotties (you know it)
most of these n-ggas is losers (woof)
thats why yo b-tch topped me
all of my n-ggas be getting them bands
so much gwala it can’t fit in my pants
cop a backwood and i’m rollin that gas
gang gang gang gang

[hook]
run it up like a f-ckin check
red dot choppa aim it at yo neck (graaaaaa)
run it up like a f-ckin check (bow bow bow bow bow bow)
we poppin’ n-ggas man they betta’ have a vest

- iiiamdemoi lyrics

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