Me and my niggas gone go chase the quala
We just trying to run up a check
We need the cash in advance
My nigga
You know everythings on deck
Whipping the coke with my right hand
Add the soda with my left
Straight drop coming who next
Serving the shake off the plate
Till none left
I got my mind on a million
Just Me and me my villians
We just mf chilling
Say f*ck how you feeling
Im high aint no ceiling
You know my team winning
Big faces we spending
My jean laced from denin
My killa spit vemon
We sicking the victim
Need racks i go get em
My trap is infected
Your packs aneristist
I keep molly and ecstasy
If you a need a pack
you best call or txt me
On the stove got the recipe
Whipping up coke to a masterpiece
I keep the fiends coming back me
Me trap put work like a factory
I know the plug yeah they f*ck with me
Probably why these haters after me
Been loyal plus i keep it g
Tre 4 i was raised in these streets
Im from the east Eastside yeah cvp
Amanda place barberjane
And chandler st
Anywhere on ogb you might can find me
Me and my niggas gone go chase the quala
We just trying to run up a check
We need the cash in advance
My nigga
You know everythings on deck
Whipping the coke with my right hand
Add the soda with my left
Straight drop coming who next
Serving the shake off the plate
Till none left
You can catch me posted in the trap
I bout get off a pack
Breaking it all down
Sell out im right back
That's how you get to them racks
Count up them hundreds and stack
Blowing on this loud pack
Weed same color fruity snacks
One hit of this have ya ass coming back
Erbgotti boy im know to keep that fishscale
Pearl white sea shells for my clientele
You steady serving cut and it won't sell
Im coping big weight boy at wholesale
Traping out the f*cking winston motel
Everything on deck but you can't tell
Yeah a nigga mobile just hit my cell
Right now we stacking quap
Trying post bail
Free my brother jayhood till he outta jail
Nigga you know where we from ogb straight from the slums
Real niggas hustle for funds
Call up the plugs gotta get to them ones
Erbgotti - Run It Up (produced By Erbgotti) Lyrics
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Me and my niggas gone go chase the quala
We just trying to run up a check
We need the cash in advance
My nigga
You know everythings on deck
Whipping the coke with my right hand
Add the soda with my left
Straight drop coming who next
Serving the shake off the plate
Till none left
I got my mind on a million
Just Me and me my villians
We just mf chilling
Say f*ck how you feeling
Im high aint no ceiling
You know my team winning
Big faces we spending
My jean laced from denin
My killa spit vemon
We sicking the victim
Need racks i go get em
My trap is infected
Your packs aneristist
I keep molly and ecstasy
If you a need a pack
you best call or txt me
On the stove got the recipe
Whipping up coke to a masterpiece
I keep the fiends coming back me
Me trap put work like a factory
I know the plug yeah they f*ck with me
Probably why these haters after me
Been loyal plus i keep it g
Tre 4 i was raised in these streets
Im from the east Eastside yeah cvp
Amanda place barberjane
And chandler st
Anywhere on ogb you might can find me
Me and my niggas gone go chase the quala
We just trying to run up a check
We need the cash in advance
My nigga
You know everythings on deck
Whipping the coke with my right hand
Add the soda with my left
Straight drop coming who next
Serving the shake off the plate
Till none left
You can catch me posted in the trap
I bout get off a pack
Breaking it all down
Sell out im right back
That's how you get to them racks
Count up them hundreds and stack
Blowing on this loud pack
Weed same color fruity snacks
One hit of this have ya ass coming back
Erbgotti boy im know to keep that fishscale
Pearl white sea shells for my clientele
You steady serving cut and it won't sell
Im coping big weight boy at wholesale
Traping out the f*cking winston motel
Everything on deck but you can't tell
Yeah a nigga mobile just hit my cell
Right now we stacking quap
Trying post bail
Free my brother jayhood till he outta jail
Nigga you know where we from ogb straight from the slums
Real niggas hustle for funds
Call up the plugs gotta get to them ones
We just trying to run up a check
We need the cash in advance
My nigga
You know everythings on deck
Whipping the coke with my right hand
Add the soda with my left
Straight drop coming who next
Serving the shake off the plate
Till none left
I got my mind on a million
Just Me and me my villians
We just mf chilling
Say f*ck how you feeling
Im high aint no ceiling
You know my team winning
Big faces we spending
My jean laced from denin
My killa spit vemon
We sicking the victim
Need racks i go get em
My trap is infected
Your packs aneristist
I keep molly and ecstasy
If you a need a pack
you best call or txt me
On the stove got the recipe
Whipping up coke to a masterpiece
I keep the fiends coming back me
Me trap put work like a factory
I know the plug yeah they f*ck with me
Probably why these haters after me
Been loyal plus i keep it g
Tre 4 i was raised in these streets
Im from the east Eastside yeah cvp
Amanda place barberjane
And chandler st
Anywhere on ogb you might can find me
Me and my niggas gone go chase the quala
We just trying to run up a check
We need the cash in advance
My nigga
You know everythings on deck
Whipping the coke with my right hand
Add the soda with my left
Straight drop coming who next
Serving the shake off the plate
Till none left
You can catch me posted in the trap
I bout get off a pack
Breaking it all down
Sell out im right back
That's how you get to them racks
Count up them hundreds and stack
Blowing on this loud pack
Weed same color fruity snacks
One hit of this have ya ass coming back
Erbgotti boy im know to keep that fishscale
Pearl white sea shells for my clientele
You steady serving cut and it won't sell
Im coping big weight boy at wholesale
Traping out the f*cking winston motel
Everything on deck but you can't tell
Yeah a nigga mobile just hit my cell
Right now we stacking quap
Trying post bail
Free my brother jayhood till he outta jail
Nigga you know where we from ogb straight from the slums
Real niggas hustle for funds
Call up the plugs gotta get to them ones
Writer: Charles Eric Lewis
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