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​imnotdayy – ​run up (freestyle) lyrics

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​run up (freestyle) lyrics
[intro]
9c6t2, you hard as f+ck, n+gga

[verse 1]
i pour my drank in that drink (oh yeah)
i do what i do ’cause you can’t
light ’em up, i leave ’em red like some paint
talkin’ down, we sendin’ shots to your face
run me, like what could happen? (yeah+yeah)
run for that bag like an athlete
i got him runnin’, no track meet ([?] no track meet)
she f+ckin’ with me for the clout (yeah)
i put my d+ck in her mouth
heard you want smoke, n+gga, what you about? (b+tch)
get to the bag without a doubt (yeah)
i’m ’bout to blow, i’ma leave ’em like “how”
my money big, yeah, it be like a cow
i’m getting money on god, i’m like “wow”
f+ck all the n+ggas who doubt (okay, okay)
came for the bag, now she gotta get out
i know i’ma make it, i follow my route (yeah, yeah)

[bridge]
7.62s shootin’ sh+t like some hockey (yeah)
f+ckin’ on a bad puerto ric’, she call me “papi”
i’m the g.o.a.t., i’m the greatest, that’s why these n+ggas can’t top me (me)
[verse 3]
run to the bag and i get it
slide on that b+tch then i’m gettin’ her digits (woah, woah)
i spin his block, yeah, i spin it like fidgets
pop out a gun, like, “n+gga, is you with it?” (yeah)
you don’t want the smoke, you need to quit it
if you want a bag, n+gga, get it
put down a vvs all on my wrist
i’m tryna f+ck, you cannot get a kiss
got a suppressor, my choppa gon’ hiss
smokin’ on runtz and i’m sippin’ on tris (yeah)
slid on his block and that’s why i didn’t miss (yeah+yeah)
whippin’ that puddle, boy, look at my wrist (yeah)
these n+ggas know they be throwin’ a fit
top a n+gga and you gon’ get me some gifts (b+tch)
it’s time to go, b+tch, you better not forget
it’s time to go, but these n+ggas ain’t know (yeah+yeah)
i think he mad ’cause i’m f+ckin’ his ho
he think he tough, n+gga, send me the low
i’m never lackin’, i walk with a pole
run up on me, i’ma let the b+tch blow (let the b+tch blow)
run up on me, i’ma let the b+tch go
run up on me, b+tch, i’m uppin’ the score



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