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slump6s - ran it up lyrics

[intro]
i love to get high, i like to geek up

[pre+chorus]
we got aim, boy (c’mon)
don’t get stained, boy (we got aim, boy)
this a amg, takin’ off like range, boy (c’mon)
got two phones on me, gotta see when that pape’ call (see when that pape’ call)
racks on me, all day
that yo b+tch? tryna f+ck her whole face (let’s go)

[chorus]
we get money, blue checks over here (no cap)
paid fifty, [?]
[?]
foreign lil’ sh+t, i think she come from trinidad (real)
lil 1600, can’t f+ck with the kid (nah)
blacked out, new audi, can’t see where the whip was at (no way)
when my brother died, ain’t shed a tеar (bee)
i ran that money up, that’s how i dealt with that (bee, bee)

[verse 1]
old ho, want me six feet outta hеre
dropped that b+tch, then i flex on her stupid ass (c’mon)
i dropped outta that school, i don’t care
ever since i been gettin’ money, fair, doin’ stupid math
i got so many sons, so apparently, i had to go and burberry the book bag
that’s yo ho? i don’t even wan’ share the b+tch, all my hoes say that she scary and look bad
rock all new louis, sad it’s yo minimal, but this sh+t doin’ too much in a good way (too much)
that b+tch told me she don’t know what car i drive, point to the front, i say, “ho, what the hood say?” (skrrt)
from ny, but i be in the six, so like b+tch, i’m the 6, yo b+tch f+ck with my feng shui
in la, and i’m pourin’ up tris, and my brudda like lefty, he f+ck with that gun play
[chorus]
we get money, blue checks over here (no cap)
paid fifty, [?]
[?]
foreign lil’ sh+t, i think she come from trinidad (real)
lil 1600, can’t f+ck with the kid
blacked out, new audi, can’t see where the whip was at
when my brother died, ain’t shed a tear (bee)
i ran that money up, that’s how i dealt with that (bee, bee)

[verse 2]
let’s go
i got a bad ho, she servin’ face
f+ck up her backbone, then send her back home
i got a lasso, wrap on her waist
i’m tryna put these boys on, tryna teach these lil’ boys how to grind, they don’t know how to skate (blatt, blatt, blatt, ha)
took the ho to the bahamas, and put her in yacht, her last n+gga had her in a lake (let go)
i show her the racks, and she fainted
been blowin’ on exotic gas, this sh+t got me sedated
this amg rippin’ the pavement
i need them racks, ’cause the f+ck? i ain’t waitin’ on a payment
this new cybertruck, b+tch i’m whippin’ the latest (skrrt)
i got four pockets full, it ain’t baby
[?]
they say me and bro got perfect aim (boom, boom, boom, boom)
[pre+chorus]
we got aim, boy (c’mon)
don’t get stained, boy (we got aim, boy)
this a amg, takin’ off like range, boy (c’mon)
got two phones on me, gotta see when that pape’ call (see when that pape’ call)
racks on me, all day
that yo b+tch? tryna f+ck her whole face (let’s go)

[outro]
let’s go

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