4xkay - Run It Up (feat. 360 Buddah) Lyrics

I pour a four up in my cup and roll a five up in my blunt
Let's take a trip, about some pape, got fifty bows stuffed in a truck
Let's run it up, could catch a player, or sell a verse and hit the stu
You gon' stay bro down on your ass or 4CP is up to you
Shit
Every time you see me out, I got this bitch, it's stuck like glue
I'm like Luka with the hoop, and I could pass but I could shoot it too
If it's money on the floor, then say that shit, where the broom
Keep it solid with my brothers, if I ate, he eatin' too

I swear this life just like a movie but it's jaws cause I'm a shark
Illegal pistol for protection, but I hate when we apart
I know they catch me with this bitch, I'm goin' straight to the jail
But I do time in that cell, before they send me to hell

I'm havin' nightmares in my sleep, they catch me out and I ain't tuck it
I catch this pussy by his self and I can't spare him, that's a bucket
He keep swearin' up and down, he gettin' bred why he ain't up it
I'm the one these bitches really came to see, like David Ruffin

They in my pedigree, I swear we really can't beef with them boys
I pour a five down in my pop and roll a blunt to kill the noise
Every now and then I have fat foe, like bro, where the drink at
We only came in for the cash, play with your life and we'll take that

If you really want some pape, this shit is easy, you can make you some
Don't have your hand out, you better have your head up or it's man down
I pour a four up in my cup and roll a five up in my blunt
Let's take a trip, about some pape, got 50 bows stuffed in the truck

Let's run it up, can catch a player, or sell a verse and hit the stool
You gon' stay broke down on your ass or 4CP is up to you
Run it up, we chasing bucks, shootin' niggas like I'm Dame
They call my niggas bots, GTA, we all got aim

Try and hit that nigga head, tryna peel a nigga brain
Heard a nigga dissing, he ain't sayin' anything
My niggas moving like the Navy SEAL team, like we trained
Shooters with experience, you get better playing game

All your niggas ain't gon' save you, get exposed for being lame
See that nigga by himself, he a cat this pussy tamed
Wipe down, wipe down, this is K, we breaking bread
It's the threes, shoot for three, all my niggas staying fed

My nigga Dean got a ting hitting all you niggas head
Can't be surprised with them guys, I had painting shit in red
I'm the boogie man, grab your leg under the bed
I'm the reason when it's dark, you be scared to go ahead

Niggas end up dead, they ain't watching what they said
Writing checks to hit your neck, I got pencils filled with lead
Run it up until we up, I made a promise to my dawg
Ball moving like a spur, my niggas know we all gon' ball

Selfish niggas don't fit in, you all alone, you on a hog
He shoot for zero, I'm the one, Zion shit, bully ball