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ynw melly - runnin up lyrics

[intro: t$c jroc]
gotta get money
we gotta get money n+gga
them young n+ggas runnin’ up

[chorus: t$c jroc & ynw sakchaser]
young n+ggas runnin’ up
young n+ggas runnin’ up, ba+ ba+ ba+ bang, get outta the way
young n+ggas runnin’ up, young n+ggas runnin’ up
young n+ggas runnin’ up, ba+ ba+ ba+ bang, get outta the way
young n+ggas runnin’ up, young n+ggas runnin’ up
young n+ggas runnin’ up, young n+ggas runnin’ up
run it up
young n+ggas runnin’ up, young n+ggas runnin’ up
young n+ggas runnin’ up
run it up
young n+ggas runnin’ up
young n+ggas runnin’ up, young n+ggas runnin’ up
ba+ ba+ ba+ bang, get outta the way, them young n+ggas runnin’ up
[verse 1: t$c jroc]
i do this to finesse outta poverty
i had to get outta povery
i learned the gang from my brother
don’t make me turn super sonic
one day i’ma turn up and onyx
givenchy, stay totin’ on the designer
i get it, and b+tch i’m k!lling it
them b+tches know i’m with the sh+t
i touch on the pack, then get ghost
super slop b+tch, call me dee smoke
i’m the man in the mist
i f+ck around and got the cali connect
we hop out the tower, we aim at your neck
i don’t play no games, boy i die by respect
smith & wesson, better bust out the scene
we chop off your leg if you come in between
me and my money, please don’t be no dummy
we hang out the window, we blue face a hunnid
must a chimpanzee and some with the toolie
i bust at your head, you n+ggas is foolish
you n+ggas is foolish, my n+ggas is realer, them n+ggas is flippin’
i don’t play no games with that trigger
but b+tch i will bust at it bigger
sneakin’, and geekin’, we servin’ them b+tches
better get on your money grind
they don’t like it when you tellin’ the truth
i rather be realer than fake
make you mad, turn two to an eight
hit that b+tch, make a move with a k
then i hop at that b+tch, i slide
n+ggas, they know that i’m riding just ’cause
[chorus: t$c jroc & ynw sakchaser]
young n+ggas runnin’ up
young n+ggas runnin’ up, ba+ ba+ ba+ bang, get outta the way
young n+ggas runnin’ up, young n+ggas runnin’ up
young n+ggas runnin’ up, ba+ ba+ ba+ bang, get outta the way
young n+ggas runnin’ up, young n+ggas runnin’ up
young n+ggas runnin’ up, young n+ggas runnin’ up
run it up
young n+ggas runnin’ up, young n+ggas runnin’ up
young n+ggas runnin’ up
run it up
young n+ggas runnin’ up
young n+ggas runnin’ up, young n+ggas runnin’ up
ba+ ba+ ba+ bang, get outta the way

[verse 2: ynw sakchaser]
ayy, finesse, kick his whole ass with a whole trick
got a man feeling ’cause b+tch on my d+ck
run in with the sack, hit him with his stick
flip his ass on site, make him full on boom
free my n+gga sound, he was in the stoner whizz
gotta keep a belt, got a toolie on my hip
sakchaser, boy, i’m all about the sack, hoe
put a band, put a bullet in your assh0l+
designer fitted, gucci, louie, ferry combo
i just hit you with a combo
melly got a nine, so i call it rondo
[verse 3: ynw melly]
ayy, ayy
gunjo pack, super fruity
shoot that sh+t like call of duty
shawty got a big old booty, curly hair, she such a cutie
every time she play with coochie, squishy, squashy, new jacuzzi
hold up, who the f+ck is that? it’s melly walking with the uzi
why you talking like you ’bout it boy? i’ll pull up at your house
and i don’t care, i’m getting money, .40 stuck under the couch
under the couch, put the pistol straight to your mouth
young n+gga world, i thought you knew we ran the south
i hit a l!ck, now i got ghost all in my mouth
don’t want no people b+tch, i put you in a draught

- ynw melly lyrics

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