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fbn epsikk - run it up lyrics

[intro: fbn epsikk & lilgynnos]
ayy n+gga
lilgynnos, hit me up
ayo, what up n+gga
you already know what the f+ck it is
this is fbn sh+t n+gga
haha
ay
run it f+cking back

[chorus: fbn epsikk & lilgynnos]
count it up, count it up
f+ck n+ggas ain’t f+ck with us (oh no)
run it up, run it up
p+ssy n+gga we’ll f+ck you up
kissing my back if you break up my code
fbn n+gga thats what i know (fbn)
give me your jewels like straight from a show (gimme that)
this ain’t no hollow it’s solid gold (for real n+gga)
i be my own sh+t, b+tch get close up
show up to his place, say run it up
robbin’ them bands, owning different brands (bands n+gga)
take you b+tch hoe, get your mans (ayy)
look at me now you wish you was me
stuck on a dream like a first degree
i’ll rob your ass thats all i know
f+ck you b+tch keep it on the low
[verse 1: fbn epsikk]
say counterfeit, on all ya’ll d+mn f+ck n+ggas
’cause you f+ck n+ggas acting like you stunt n+ggas and (for real)
i’m looking like a trap n+gga
from this money from the rap n+gga
lookin’ like a d+mn trap n+gga (brllaa)
p+ssy f+cking cap n+gga
run it f+cking back n+gga
count up my cash n+gga
grind for the stacks n+gga (pa+pa)
ion with no gang, but i’ll blast on your ass
f+ck with lil bae, ’cause she real f+cking bad (for real n+gga)
don’t shame on my name, i’ll pop at your head (haha)
swervo your head, leave your body dead

[bridge 1: fbn epsikk & lilgynnos]
n+gga run it back yeah
give me all your cash yeah
i’m yo father, i’m yo dad
f+ck yo mom, don’t get mad
runnin’ it back n+gga
count up my cash yeah
darth vader, i’m yo dad
f+ck your sister, don’t get mad

[chorus: fbn epsikk & lilgynnos]
count it up, count it up
f+ck n+ggas ain’t f+ck with us (oh no)
run it up, run it up
p+ssy n+gga we’ll f+ck you up
kissing my back if you break up my code
fbn n+gga thats what i know (fbn)
give me your jewels like straight from a show (gimme that)
this ain’t no hollow it’s solid gold (for real n+gga)
i be my own sh+t, b+tch get close up
show up to his place, say run it up
robbin’ them bands, owning different brands (bands n+gga)
take you b+tch hoe, get your mans (ayy)
look at me now you wish you was me
stuck on a dream like a first degree
i’ll rob your ass thats all i know
f+ck you b+tch keep it on the low
[verse 2: lilgynnos]
rollin’ with the boys, got so much cash
designer clothes, runnin’ it fast
run the nba, ball like 2k
had to give it up to get the new js (haha)
run it up, run it up
got f+cked up, got sip in my cup
now this be different that i’m a rapper
go and change, to me it don’t matter (matter n+gga)
this my dawg, he an og
he from the start, just like me (og)
got these bands, come catch these hands
take yo hoe, we don’t hold no hands
these hoes
i got designer clothes
talk sh+t n+gga, make you go cold (go cold n+gga)
finna be billboard number one
all my songs finna be sold

[verse 3: fbn epsikk]
still love the sh+t out my shawty
still shoot the sh+t out yo shawty (for real)
don’t you f+ck with me n+gga
don’t you stunt with me n+gga (ayy)
’cause you a f+cking cap n+gga
and i’m a f+cking rap n+gga
i came from that trap n+gga
i came from that real hard lifestyle (haha)
[bridge 2: fbn epsikk & lilgynnos]
we did it all by our selves n+gga
we had no f+cking help n+gga
we was a young n+gga with the dream of the rap
ya’ll had a dream but it was cap
convicted to the rap
yeah
convicted to the rap
young n+gga run it back

[outro: fbn epsikk & lilgynnos]
hahaha
d+mn n+gga, that sh+t was fire
on god n+gga, new hit right there
for real, my n+gga
that’s fbn sh+t for ya’ll n+ggas
ayy
run it back

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