RUNUPFREESTYLE lyrics

[Freestyle]

Whats up
These pus*y boys can get f*cked up
I got ice on my wrist, call it bust-up
Run that fade with yo n*gga, get touched up
4 for 4, b*tch we be on that come up
So, n*gga run up what you tryna do
I hang with them gunnas we sending shots at you wait
Listen, n*gga ya swagger suspicious
Get your b*tch and go down on your mistress
Why is you talking boy why is you b*tchin’
This is your break wait
Plenty of poppers, gon’ pop that choppa
We sell marijuana like f*ck the coppas
And I stay with that blade just in case a oppa
Tryna pull up on my block like blocka blocka n*gga
Run, n*gga I stay with that gun (Uh)
We used to shoot it for fun, now we just shoot it for funds
Ummm puns
I burnt that boy like the sun, [?]
He asked for attention but you gave him none
Yeah, I needa chill, I needa relax
I need calm down before I go relapse
I pop some pills and get lit with my demons
I only have nightmares I do not be dreamin
These n*ggas actin crazy, my choppa gleamin’
f*ck it pop a bullet in your boy, he steamin
n*gga you annoyin, why the f*ck you fiening
b*tch what, my goth b*tch she like her wrist cut
And also that b*tch got a big butt
She says she loves me but shes a sl*t
And I don’t give a f*ck imma rip it up
[?] is in my cup, bad little b*tch and she just wanna f*ck
Down with the gang, no they can’t switch up
[?]
I am not feeling you, [?] syllable killing you
f*ck it up, run it up, up to a mil or two
pus*y boy had enough, now I am killing you, drillin you, sealin you
You done got touched, dead on the floor n*gga you just got bust
Can’t f*ck with b*tches cause I lost my trust
I don’t wanna talk b*tch, I wanna f*ck
Smokin this pack, and this sh*t filled with musk
Whats up
These pus*y boys can get f*cked up
I got ice on my wrist, call it bust-up
Run that fade with yo n*gga, get touched up
4 for 4, b*tch we be on that come up
So, n*gga run up what you tryna do
I hang with them gunnas we sending shots at you wait
Listen, n*gga ya swagger suspicious
Get your b*tch and go down on your mistress
Why is you talking boy why is you b*tchin’
This is your break wait
Plenty of poppers, gon’ pop that choppa
We sell marijuana like f*ck the coppas
And I stay with that blade just in case a oppa
Tryna pull up on my block like blocka blocka n*gga