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platinum(fgm) - run it up lyrics

[hook]
money on my i gotta run it up, they say i done a lot but i ain’t done enough
get a brand new pot just to f-ck it up, bring the rocks to the block then i f-ck it up
got a bad lil’ b-tch suck s-m-n, she full of that kush i’m leaning
gotta f-ck her so good she dreaming, then is back to the money i need it
run it up (ouh) f-ck it up (yaa), run it up (ouh) f-ck it up (yaa)
run it up (ouh) f-ck it up (yaa), run it up (ouh) f-ck it up (yaa)
money on my i gotta run it up, they say i done a lot but i ain’t done enough
get a brand new pot just to f-ck it up, bring the rocks to the block then i f-ck it up

[verse 1]
ok i’m back in the streets with my gun out, laughing at police with my tongue out
say h-llo to the bando aiming at a rat shoot him in the back if he try to run out
then i hop up in the whip, gone, if i see the beef then i guess i gotta jump out
i ain’t rolling down no window b-tch im in a 6’4 plus i know you see i got a pump
rolling over n-ggas ain’t no compet-tion, these n-ggas writing down ideas in a composition
i get it poppin’ everyday this ain’t no starter mission, i needed money since the day i ever started spitting
but i be switching from whip to whip getting chips, confiscate from a bad b-tch then dip
platinum taking over yo’ trap just to live so if i got it imma pop it better watch your kids
slingin’ yola yes i know your fiancé, f-ck your b-tch she don’t look like no beyonce
but she always listening to me i say i got the power i’ll leave your b-tch anyday
put that lean in my soda my soda so pink i can say that i do sh-t the remy way
and my trap always bumpin’ pull up and get served b-tch i whip that work atleast twenty ways, gang

[verse 2]
f-ck with that work like i’m tony, f-ck with that rap like i’m 2pac
you try me i react like tony plus i just went and got a new glock
i pray i always have it on me ’cause n-ggas wan’ send me by 2pac
you draw down and is on me i shoot at you and yo’ lil homie i murk you with two shots
is trap or die, n-ggas trapping high, if you p-ssing by can get a gram for nine
promethazine is fifteen a line, and if you short the plug then you need to die
if you see police then you need to lie, if you see the priest then you need to cry
’cause these fiends is zombies and my b’s is monsters, if you need to hollar better be a partner
snkaes in the gr-ss gotta cut that, minor setback major comeback
by me or by the gang where the drums at, send a hundred thousand bullets where you runnin’ at
hit a l!ck, split it up where the money at, you never did it before your heart pumping yaa’
don’t panic n-gga we don’t need none of that, do it for the eastside where my n-ggas hungry at

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