Milo Case - Run Up Lyrics

Do me dirty Ima run up on ya mans ya
Do me dirty he go see these city hands here
Do me dirty girl that nigga better stand clear
Ima fold that nigga tighter than these bands here

Do me dirty Ima run up on ya man ya
I don't have no manners, get it poppin like I'm Fanta
Main niggas I ain't ever been a fan of
Leave in him Blueface, don't even give a f*ck bout his bandana

Nana, told me keep my hands to myself
But don't get caught with ya hands by ya belt
Cause we ain't paying that ambulance, that ran out for ya help
You in some trouble, you fend for yourself

It's on site when I see that nigga, better have his hands up
Asking what's the problem, but he ain't gone get an answer
Go and tell that nigga I'm holding his girl for ransom
You say that I'm possessive, that's cause baby I'm a cancer

See ya shawty and I ramic like I'm pana
That nigga on the east, I ain't talkin East Atlanta
Pull up on the beat, the Steph Curry of stanzas
Ima coal nigga like naughty fronta Santa

Do me dirty Ima run up on ya mans ya
Do me dirty he go see these city hands here
Do me dirty girl that nigga better stand clear
Ima fold that nigga tighter than these bands here

You ain't getting nothing like the bank closed
If I like it then I ask them where they made those
A nigga getting saucy like I'm Quavo
Money make a nigga cocky like I'm Thanos

Side Nigga Association associated
Pull it out, I'm hot dog, so you know she ate it
And I'm all in the buns,
Doing her best to ketchup, mustard I'm the one

She showing off everytime my nigga Wake on the 1s
Her main nigga never take her out, so when she out, she caking a ton

In the club with that red velvet
You told me Ima boat and ready to sail
He don't have to know, I lick you clean from ya neck to ya pelvis

You lookin killa in them Gucci clothes
Walk in the room with intentions on serving funerals
Gold digga, girl you keep a suite of bougie hoes
Hit it from the back, I got you reaching ya booty goals

If I ain't buy it then I take it off ya
Pillow talkin, and you told me that pussy gon cost ya
Take a sip of this Crown, it make you fix ya posture
Grip that body and we surf and turf, I ain't talkin steak and lobster

Do me dirty Ima run up on ya mans ya
Do me dirty he go see these city hands here
Do me dirty girl that nigga better stand clear
Ima fold that nigga tighter than these bands here

Tighter than these bands here
Woah ohhh tighter than these bands here

Don't give a f*ck about yo mans
What he payin
Ima hop up in that box, go super-saiyan
The only funny part is that you think I'm playin

I'm the man, you was lost, but baby I got a plan
What's gon happen when yo nigga in the pin
Ima take you to the islands just to get a tan
Babygirl you is ten

Ima run upon ya mans
Don't give a f*ck about ya man oh

Ima run up on ya mans

Ima run up on ya mans ya
Don't give a f*ck about ya mans