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buddha breezy - running it up (bonus) lyrics

(verse: edso cali)
12 years old
selling the dope
your little hoe, she calling my phone
she trying to smoke, she give me the throat
i’m counting the money, i need some more
hit up bro, we doing the hits
we getting so lit, we off the sh+t
popping the xans, sipping the lean
flipping the packs, getting the racks
runnin it up, stacking it up, that’s what i do, yeah, yeah
runnin it up, stacking it up, that’s what i do, yeah, yeah
j+breezy hitting my phone, talking about getting racks and more, yeah
i tell him let’s go smoke, yeah, we be up smoking that dope, yeah

(chorus: edso cali)
runnin it up, stacking it up, bagging it up, yeah, ayy
runnin it up, stacking it up, bagging it up, yeah, ayy
runnin it up, stacking it up, bagging it up, yeah, ayy
runnin it up, stacking it up, bagging it up, yeah, ayy
(verse: buddha breezy)
bagging it up, don’t give a f+ck
bust on a b+tch, not talking about nut
boy i’m a goon, going buffoon
run from the bullet, you know you gon’ lose
choppa hate n+ggas, i hit you right back
i’m dropping bodies, stay strapped with a mac
keep a pound on me, so i flip the pack
keep a rack on me, i got h+lla stacks
run up on p+ssyboy, know he a b+tch
sick of these n+ggas, don’t f+ck with the clique
hate on the n+gga, they know that he big
asian lil’ hoe and she all on my d+ck
f+ck with the boy, kick it with the crew
on some real sh+t, ain’t acting brand new
these n+ggas some b+tches, yeah, i know a few
after k!lling n+ggas, got nothing to do
i’m better than n+ggas, i merch, big facts
i’m f+cking yo b+tch, her ass clapping back
her sh+t looking juicy, i gave it a slap
i sent her away, but she keep coming back
b+tch bag it up, don’t give a f+ck
shout out kevo, he will truck a sl+t
f+cking it up, won’t f+ck with the pack
my n+ggas gon’ stack, edso on that
breezy and cali, we selling like sally
we popping them xannies, this sh+t is uncanny
we fixing sh+t up, no handy manny
i am just sayin you are what you can be
yo boys not about anything, all of them p+ssy
was about to go eat, but that sh+t smell like sushi
i can’t merch on everything, sh+t be too iffy
my bl!cky got stiffy, so yo b+tch, she l!ck me
(chorus: buddha breezy)
breaking it down, weighing it up, bagging it up, yuh
breaking it down, weighing it up, bagging it up, yuh, aye
breaking it down, weighing it up, bagging it up, yuh
breaking it down, weighing it up, bagging it up, yuh, aye

(chorus: edso cali)
running it up, stacking it up, bagging it up, yeah, aye
running it up, stacking it up, bagging it up, yeah, aye
running it up, stacking it up, bagging it up, yeah, aye
running it up, stacking it up, bagging it up, yeah, aye

- buddha breezy lyrics

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