Rik XL - Run It Lyrics

Yo, This my hood out here, 7Citi
Yo fore' the end of the night, i bet i run up on that change
Man these niggas rolling dice and they wont ready for the change
Run up bills, buss a deal, running them checks up in exchange
Man these niggas think we playing, hell na bitch this aint a game
Dis that, step back, blow that bitch back
Gotta keep dat ice up on me, nigga its up im on it
No smoke, i got it on me, real hood niggas run it
Tryna run up on me, ill take yo head and leave that f*ckboy lonely
Yo, You keep saying that you big and mighty nigga keep on trying it
Keep saying you tote that tooly but real niggas get to sparking
Told her all i see is that ass, she keep asking bout that lighting
Bitches know ion catch no feelings (Facts)
Mane these niggas kno im flying (Flying)
Flights, bitch im retro (Retro)
I like my bitches ghetto (Ghetto)
Now put me in a telso
F*ck you call it Tesla
Beast mode like who next up
Im balling, get the ref up
I kill em, let em rest up
Real niggas never let up
Young L's always get up
10 toes bitch im with it
Kicking all that stupid shit
And bitch i bring it like Houdini
In high school i payed attention
Always taught to run up digits
F-F*ck niggas never listened
Leave you cold and niggas missing
Thats the code, bitch no snitches
You cut, you get a snippet
You niggas need extensions
Niggas pussy like some vixens
Up on that make a living
On the road to build a business
Stack that dough, gotta get that gold, thats the goal from rag to riches
Yo fore' the end of the night, i bet i run up on that change
Man these niggas rolling dice and they wont ready for the change
Run up bills, buss a deal, running them checks up in exchange
Man these niggas think we playing, hell na bitch this aint a game
Dis that, step back, blow that bitch back
Gotta keep dat ice up on me, nigga its up im on it
No smoke, i got it on me, real hood niggas run it
Tryna run up on me, ill take yo head and leave that f*ckboy lonely
I ain worried bout a pussy (Pussy)
Everywhere i go im gucci (Guuci)
Finna run up on em racks then go and cop a couple Gucci's (Gucci's)
F*ck niggas moving rough and they get wet up like a coochie
G-Gotta hail to Mary man i ain killer but bitch dont push me
Toot that thang up and down, i call her tootie
She told me spend a hundo, just to smack her on the booty, haaan
Yo, Rik too icy, these f*cking chains frost-biting me
Rip them beats, blow off ya ear niggas call me Mike Tyson
Yo fore' the end of the night, i bet i run up on that change
Man these niggas rolling dice and they wont ready for the change
Run up bills, buss a deal, running them checks up in exchange
Man these niggas think we playing, hell na bitch this aint a game (Pussy nigga haan)
Up all night tryna get that money, up all night watch a lil nigga run it
Up all night tryna get that money, up all night watch a lil nigga run it