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Fuckin It Up by RoMilli Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

[Intro]
Squad Boyz
Aye Aye
Milli

[Hook: Romilli]
You know I'm runnin' it up uh
Niggas be weak when they jump on a beat
But they not even fuckin' it up uh
Fuck up a check but ain't fuckin' a bitch
So the money she suckin' it up uh
I hit the trap wit' a pound of the pakk
But the money I'm fuckin' it up uh uh uh aye
You know I'm runnin' it up uh
I left the trap wit' the brick on the table
And Savage was cuttin' it up uh
All you rappers ain't really no shooters
My niggas they up it and bust uh
Was juggin' in school
I got me a zip of the strong to stink up the bus uh
[Verse 1: Romilli]
I'm ridin' heavy wit' sticks in a Chevy
You know that I don't give a fuck aye
Niggas be fakin' like they competition
Boy hop yo lil' ass on the bus aye
We eatin' good might post in yo hood
And sell off a back of a truck aye
One thing for sure and two things for certain
That I gotta keep it on tuck aye
I know some niggas that dig you a grave
And some niggas shovin' em up aye
I used to smoke and never get high
Cause I wasn't inhalin' enough aye
Niggas be talkin' on Twitter
As soon as we catch em we shuttin' em up aye
All of the bitches that I'm tryna' fuck wit'
When I catch em I'm nuttin' em up aye

[Hook: Romilli]
You know I'm runnin' it up uh
Niggas be weak when they jump on a beat
But they not even fuckin' it up uh
Fuck up a check but ain't fuckin' a bitch
So the money she suckin' it up uh
I hit the trap wit' a pound of the pakk
But the money I'm fuckin' it up uh uh uh aye
You know I'm runnin' it up uh
I left the trap wit' the brick on the table
And Savage was cuttin' it up uh
All you rappers ain't really no shooters
My niggas they up it and bust uh
Was juggin' in school
I got me a zip of the strong to stink up the bus uh
[Verse 2: Sam Pain]
Uh uh uh uh 13 was runnin' it up
I kept me a tool you think imma move
Then imma load it up and bust
Remember I wanted to fuck
The bitches wasn't fuckin' wit' us
See now I got cash she all on my ass
I probably could fuck when I want
On the beat I'm Michael Myers
In the booth it's Halloween
Ice wit' the leather jacket
When I step I feel like Billy Jean
And I was raised in the trap
Comin' out my babysitter was a fiend
By the time we turn 16
We was askin' how to work a beam
Yeah

[Hook: Romilli]
You know I'm runnin' it up uh
Niggas be weak when they jump on a beat
But they not even fuckin' it up uh
Fuck up a check but ain't fuckin' a bitch
So the money she suckin' it up uh
I hit the trap wit' a pound of the pakk
But the money I'm fuckin' it up uh uh uh aye
You know I'm runnin' it up uh
I left the trap wit' the brick on the table
And Savage was cuttin' it up uh
All you rappers ain't really no shooters
My niggas they up it and bust uh
Was juggin' in school
I got me a zip of the strong to stink up the bus uh