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run it up - rtb mb lyrics

run it up lyrics
[intro: rtb mb]
ayy
(j, this sh*t too crazy)
yeah

[chorus: rtb mb]
ran off on the plug, now i’m turnin’ up (ayy)
i’m just tryna win, i can’t lose, ain’t no runner*up (nah)
we got glocks, we got chops, ain’t no runnin’ up (ayy)
how the f*ck i get a range? n*gga, i was twenty*one (d*mn)
why the f*ck your main lil’ b*tch keep comin’ up? (why?)
we done been through rain, lil’ n*gga, ain’t no sun in us (nah)
settle for the pain and prevail ’cause i’m one*in*one (one)
supercharge the range, tell the hoes, “better buckle up” (better, uh)

[verse 1: rtb mb]
ayy, n*ggas broke, but they talk a lot (shut up)
f&n tucked, n*ggas shady, i ain’t ’bout to box (nah)
darkskinned b*tch from the a, she my chocolate drop (hey)
i been goin’ dumb on thеse n*ggas, i ain’t ’bout to stop (nah)
when a n*gga down to his last, then thеy bound to watch
b*tches only want me for my cheese, i can’t crown a thot (nah)
n*ggas only actin’ for the ‘gram, so they clown a lot (yeah)
feds broke into the crib and they found the chops (d*mn)
d*mn, now i’m on the run (hey)
ain’t no lackin’ anywhere ’cause i got a son (okay)
p*ssin’ on these n*ggas, i’m the sh*t, you can’t find a plunge (d*mn)
been blowin’ cookie by the zip, benihana runtz (d*mn)
[chorus: rtb mb]
ran off on the plug, now i’m turnin’ up
i’m just tryna win, i can’t lose, ain’t no runner*up
we got glocks, we got chops, ain’t no runnin’ up
how the f*ck i get a range? n*gga, i was twenty*one
why the f*ck your main lil’ b*tch keep comin’ up?
we done been through rain, lil’ n*gga, ain’t no sun in us
settle for the pain and prevail ’cause i’m one*in*one
supercharge the range, tell the hoes, “better buckle up”

[verse 2: baby t]
told ’em free boogs and smack, all they tryna do is run it up (yeah)
twenty for they lawyer, i just went and put a hundred up (for real)
my n*ggas on the road, they gettin’ loads like they still broke (yeah)
could’ve dropped a benz truck, instead, i’ma run it up (huh?)
stack it to the ceiling so high i can f*ck it up (woo)
n*ggas always flashy with they money, that’s why the feds come (nah)
i ain’t got time for no b*tch, i’m on my next run (yeah)
miles in the hood, ten choppers in the caddy truck (got ’em)
tinted up the windows, don’t try and come and play with us
legalize the guns, ain’t no fun when we runnin’ up
take your b*tch out of town ‘fore she talk about her time l*st
fly the vibes to the city that we in, they only tryna f*ck
reminiscin’ ’bout the b*tches i ain’t hit ’cause i was broke as f*ck
now i can put a ticket on your mans and put him in a dutch
shooters on the floor, don’t talk ’bout money you ain’t never touch
i ain’t ridin’ with my glock in no safe, you sound dumb as f*ck (huh?)

- rtb mb lyrics

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