RUN UP by Thouxanband Flacko Lyrics
(Chorus)
Run up, I’m letting it bang on em
[word]
You ain’t talking money, don’t say nothing
[word]
Let my nuts hang- on em
[word]
Ion give a fuck, can’t say nothing
[word]
You should’ve known I was coming
A youngin done started from nothing
Run in this bitch and I’m running it
Bunch of them Benjamins coming in
Pockets too skinny, I’m stuffing it [yea, yea]
Heard you want beef but you ducking it
I been the shit, need a plumbing
I fuck on yo cousin, I fuck on yo bitch, put my thumb in it
I keep on stunting , These haters keep pushing my buttons
Claiming they real but they fronting
Hell No I ain’t giving them nothing
That hoe keep on pressing for something
She know I ain’t showing her nothing
Started from nothing, and I keep on going
Thumbing thru hunnids, my pockets keep flowing
Bitches on dick, cuz they see that I’m glowing
Blowing my phone up, I learn to ignore it
If it ain’t money, then it ain’t important
All of this drip that I’m rockin, imported
All of these whips that I’m whipping, they forеign
Digital dash, hit the gas- I’ma floor it
Never bе snoring, I’m up in the morning
Chasing these bags, I get gumping like forest
Never take L’s I be scoring like Jordan
Iciest nigga, I’m dripping like sorbet
My life is a movie, ya hoe in the portrait
Fuck on her best friend and make her record it
Eatin these opps up for dinner like gourmet
You could come try me, ya life a get shortened
(Hook)
I’m whippin it up by the portion
I’m cookin it up, like I’m Gordon
Im ballin the paint, Like I’m Jordan
Ain’t takin no L’s- I keep scoring
Drop hit to hit, I been on my shit
And the shit Im dropping, you ain’t topping it
Ima real nigga, ion counterfeit
These benji’s real, they ain’t counterfeit
Flick the switch on my competition
Make em flip the switch, and choose a new position
I’m the definition of they greatest wishes, cuz they see I’m winnin wit the way I’m whippin
(Chorus)
Run up, I’m letting it bang on em
[word]
You ain’t talking money, don’t say nothing
[word]
Let my nuts hang on em
[word]
Ion give a fuck, can’t say nothing
[word]
Big balling they could see the difference
I done ran it up, got it out the trenches
On a mission, bitch I’m self driven
Need no recognition from these hatin niggas
Tryna keep it simple, I’m too lyrical
Got a Arsenal of a bunch flows, yea I’m locked n’ loaded- tryna flip a bag and get my pockets bloated- I ain’t dying poor
Opportunity right around the corner- knockin on my door some like domino’s
Food for thought, I ain’t never lackin, When it come to rapping- I be on my toes
Chasing goals, I ain’t chasing hoes
Ain’t the type nigga, that’s gone take it slow
Really though, when a nigga blow- they gone swear a nigga went and sold his soul
Eeny miney moe, I been stacking dough
Taking niggas bitches, catch em by the toe
Yea hold up tho, Got a icey flow
In a winter coat, you ain’t coming close
(Hook)
I’m whippin it up by the portion
I’m cookin it up, like I’m Gordon
Im ballin the paint, Like I’m Jordan
Ain’t takin no L’s- I keep scoring
Drop hit to hit, I been on my shit
And the shit I’m dropping, you ain’t topping it
I’ma real nigga, ionn counterfeit
These benji’s real, they ain’t counterfeit
Flick the switch on my competition
Make em flip the switch, and choose a new position
I’m the definition of they greatest wishes, cuz they see I’m winnin wit the way I’m whippin
(Chorus)
Run up, I’m letting it bang on em
[word]
You ain’t talking money, don’t say nothing
[word]
Let my nuts hang on em
[word]
Ion give a fuck, can’t say nothing
[word]
Run up, I’m letting it bang on em
[word]
You ain’t talking money, don’t say nothing
[word]
Let my nuts hang- on em
[word]
Ion give a fuck, can’t say nothing
[word]
You should’ve known I was coming
A youngin done started from nothing
Run in this bitch and I’m running it
Bunch of them Benjamins coming in
Pockets too skinny, I’m stuffing it [yea, yea]
Heard you want beef but you ducking it
I been the shit, need a plumbing
I fuck on yo cousin, I fuck on yo bitch, put my thumb in it
I keep on stunting , These haters keep pushing my buttons
Claiming they real but they fronting
Hell No I ain’t giving them nothing
That hoe keep on pressing for something
She know I ain’t showing her nothing
Started from nothing, and I keep on going
Thumbing thru hunnids, my pockets keep flowing
Bitches on dick, cuz they see that I’m glowing
Blowing my phone up, I learn to ignore it
If it ain’t money, then it ain’t important
All of this drip that I’m rockin, imported
All of these whips that I’m whipping, they forеign
Digital dash, hit the gas- I’ma floor it
Never bе snoring, I’m up in the morning
Chasing these bags, I get gumping like forest
Never take L’s I be scoring like Jordan
Iciest nigga, I’m dripping like sorbet
My life is a movie, ya hoe in the portrait
Fuck on her best friend and make her record it
Eatin these opps up for dinner like gourmet
You could come try me, ya life a get shortened
(Hook)
I’m whippin it up by the portion
I’m cookin it up, like I’m Gordon
Im ballin the paint, Like I’m Jordan
Ain’t takin no L’s- I keep scoring
Drop hit to hit, I been on my shit
And the shit Im dropping, you ain’t topping it
Ima real nigga, ion counterfeit
These benji’s real, they ain’t counterfeit
Flick the switch on my competition
Make em flip the switch, and choose a new position
I’m the definition of they greatest wishes, cuz they see I’m winnin wit the way I’m whippin
(Chorus)
Run up, I’m letting it bang on em
[word]
You ain’t talking money, don’t say nothing
[word]
Let my nuts hang on em
[word]
Ion give a fuck, can’t say nothing
[word]
Big balling they could see the difference
I done ran it up, got it out the trenches
On a mission, bitch I’m self driven
Need no recognition from these hatin niggas
Tryna keep it simple, I’m too lyrical
Got a Arsenal of a bunch flows, yea I’m locked n’ loaded- tryna flip a bag and get my pockets bloated- I ain’t dying poor
Opportunity right around the corner- knockin on my door some like domino’s
Food for thought, I ain’t never lackin, When it come to rapping- I be on my toes
Chasing goals, I ain’t chasing hoes
Ain’t the type nigga, that’s gone take it slow
Really though, when a nigga blow- they gone swear a nigga went and sold his soul
Eeny miney moe, I been stacking dough
Taking niggas bitches, catch em by the toe
Yea hold up tho, Got a icey flow
In a winter coat, you ain’t coming close
(Hook)
I’m whippin it up by the portion
I’m cookin it up, like I’m Gordon
Im ballin the paint, Like I’m Jordan
Ain’t takin no L’s- I keep scoring
Drop hit to hit, I been on my shit
And the shit I’m dropping, you ain’t topping it
I’ma real nigga, ionn counterfeit
These benji’s real, they ain’t counterfeit
Flick the switch on my competition
Make em flip the switch, and choose a new position
I’m the definition of they greatest wishes, cuz they see I’m winnin wit the way I’m whippin
(Chorus)
Run up, I’m letting it bang on em
[word]
You ain’t talking money, don’t say nothing
[word]
Let my nuts hang on em
[word]
Ion give a fuck, can’t say nothing
[word]