Intro-
No feelings for ah dumb thot
In the wraith we hotbox
Yo b*tch ride my big c*ck
In my waist that big Glock
Bop bop bop
On my neck i got big rocks
Uh uh uh
Yo b*tch grabbin on my crotch
Hook-
~run it up
Run it up~
Verse-
Runnin up the check
Glock turn you into ah mess
Hunnid k up my wrist
Got b*tches i like them mixed
They all just want me to die
They afraid when i ride
Im makin all this guapo while you barely make it by
Run it up
Wockhardt in my cup
Lil b*tch
You a lil buttercup
50 rounds
In my Glock and drum
f*ck on yo wife imma c*m in her bum
Run you over in the f*ckin road
Catch you slippin like i caught yo hoe
Bad b*tches call me bad to the bone
Wit my brozays yea we all ten toes
I just pulled up in the wraith
Parked it up blunt to my face
Broke boys flexin pocket change
I got bands up in my safe
I got bands up in my bank
In the rawri switchin lanes
Blockin out all of the hate
Cuz they know they f*ckin lame
Hook-
~run it up
Run it up~