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run it up - slump12k lyrics

(ay, b*tch who let the joints in this ho’ we gon’ gas sh*t up
ay, b*tch who let the joints in this ho’ we gon’ gas sh*t up)

ay, b*tch who let the joints in this ho’ we gon’ gas sh*t up (on god)
if you f*cking with the gang you must know you f*cked up
h*lla geeked in the party i’m really faded in the cut
wockiana to the face the same way i take these blunts
b*tch it’s chop city walk his ass down and send ‘em up
say you a trophy, then why yo stack full of ones?
get his life taken, taking out his neck f*ck with us
like gas me up, i be counting checks it’s mr. run it up (run it up n*gga)

thought it’s nitrous in my car i’m smoking straight gas
said i hit her finally, he like “that one chick with the fat ass?” h*ll yеah
i just f*cked up on his b*tch and i ain’t got a plan
it’s 23 to his lo’ if that f*ck n*gga try to jump my man’s

y*y*yeah i’m rolling up, i’m in the cut and i’m hеlla high
now i’m f*cking on his b*tch h*lla raw i just broke her spine
drop 20 in that, ay got another dime
she like “d*mn so you really cheated on me?” i do this all the time (all the time)

i’m finna pass her to the bro after i break her heart
never been caught up with no pigs, know how to play my cards
i’m spitting bars now used to sell bars
choppa hit his top and tell his mom i’m sending no regards
it’ll hit him in his mata too
he like “you that n*gga f*cked my b*tch?” that’s a different dude
i be hanging with the k!llers but best believe i’ll fold you too
everybody got to high school start acting brand new
it’s the joint anthem, joint up i’m tryna bust a move
if we caught yo homie we’ll get you too
mr. smack sh*t but i’ll clap sh*t when i’m with yo boo
mr. infamous if you don’t care bout me give a f*ck bout you
welcome to p town it’s home of the p’s we really counting blues
i’ll smack him in the head and get his b*tch spooked… get his b*tch wet
but i don’t really care about that ho’ cuz i chase checks

why you saying you a trophy but you ain’t counting bread?
said i don’t take chains b*tch i take lives finna hit his head
yeah we take straps thinking he a k!ller ‘til we leave him dead
said he had a run in with twelve like why you ain’t fled?

it’s the joints in this b*tch popping out like who want smoke
if he say slump k that’s a head stone
in the cut, rolling up with stoney i’m bouta po’ a fo’
that’s a double homicide he take a life basically taking his own

tell him “shhhh” around the gang cuz ain’t no problem getting rid of you (we get rid of you)
what the f*ck’s a foo fighter i be fighting foos
you got one problem, you the type of dude to let the b*tch choose
then she choose up and you like “d*mn what the f*ck i do?”
you a dumbass, if i up the chop you better run fast
said i’m still young but i’m making plays like a grown man
me and glockie really best friends like to hold hands
after i pipe the b*tch i dip f*ck the romance

- slump12k lyrics

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