Omg2Raw - Run It Up Lyrics

What up, Gringo
I'm making plays as soon as I touch down
So don't you dare try to give me the run 'round
You know me, I be grinding till the sun down
They was hating 2 but I'm the 1 now
Tried to tell em, been the illest but they still sleep
I leave em on bed rest
Tell my bitch roll up, then gimme the neck next
Then I skate off like a Tech Deck
I ain't even at my best yet
Y'all still ain't coming close
Motherf*ckers asking where the love at
But be hating the most
F*ck it I shine on em anyway, aye
Boy I could've been dead from that pistol play
But I chose to go a different way
They say the boy is nicer than the staff at a Chick-Fil-A
So, when I'm in here its game over
Please do not come acting like you know us
Don't try that fake shit, I can see your motives
When I made moves, you act like you ain't notice
You wasn't with me when I was at my lowest
Head in the game now I'm back focused
Her pussy tryna put a spell on me
Man I call that bitch Hocus Pocus
F*ck it, you know what I mean dog
One thing we could agree on
Everytime you hear the boy, you know I'm snapping
Like the Addams Family theme song
I'm the shit, you a pee on
Year round its my season, year round its my season

Run it up, run it up
I ain't counting on luck
Damn the boy coming up
Run it up, run it up
Feel like I ain't done enough
F*ck it, keep counting up

Let the beat go, bump bump bump like B2K
She won't find another like me no way
Thats how you know that she gon' stay
Out in New Orleans eating etouffee
They say the boy is the truth
So I took that and I ran it with like a relay
Had days I felt like giving it up
Nowdays it looks like it'll be okay
So f*ck what you talking
Talk is cheap, I'm at the bank and I don't see you often
Same ones that's throwing down on my name
Be the same ones tryna throw dirt on my coffin
So tell me why you mad little bro
Go chase a bag little hoe
7th grade got cut from the b-ball team
Now they pay me to perform at the halftime show
So f*ck being cocky
I'm more confident you boys ain't stop me
Pockets still scrawny
Still I ask yo bitch how she doing like I was Joey Tribbiani
She got that milkshake just like Kelis
So you know my bitch is bossy
Flow just like water, boy this that Fiji
And you just Dasani
I knew I had drive when I stole my grannys whip
And scooped some hoes up to hit up the mall
Nowadays these hoes'll be lucky
If they get a text or at a call at all
People be looking suprised that I still be at it
Like they expected me to fall
Ain't sweating a hater
You ain't worth a drop of sweat thats dripping down my balls

Run it up, run it up
I ain't counting on luck
Damn the boy coming up
Run it up, run it up
Feel like I ain't done enough
F*ck it, keep counting up