Run It Up Remix by Young EZ Lyrics
[Verse 1: Blizzo]
Man, I just copped the bag
Now I gotta run it up
Niggas always interfering
Always tryna fuck it up
Guaranteed that brody come and knock you for a couple bucks
I fuck hella bitches but I never ever gave a fuck
Ooouu, yo bitch hit me up she like the way I’m rappin'
I took her to the crib and hit her from the back end
These niggas talkin' shit, them niggas finna get the backhand
I really changed, nigga this more than rappin'
Lil shorty said we poppin', and I said “I know boo”
Heard she want some love, I wanna fuck
I been and told you, yeah
Now she mad cause she ain’t got no one to go to
Then she hit her brother up
Nigga that’s a bold move
You know that nigga gon get popped if he push up
Choppa finna work 'em up like a sit-up
All these bullets put him down, he can’t get up
Feening for some action let these hollow tips rip some
Can’t learn to love, cause a nigga heart ice cold
Cold world my front yard like the North Pole
These niggas talkin' shit, but all I see is more scopes
Cuz got them .223’s that hit yo cornrows
Leave ‘em with no heart you really gon get ripped apart
And if the brody call my phone, well then we sliding like a park
Don’t need a lamb, don’t need electric cars
Yeah that push to start
I ain’t like electric cars this beef don’t need no push to start
It’s too much, it’s too much, it’s too much
So I cop me four blunts and I spark that shit up
Spark it up
She gon fuck with the dub
She said she done with you
She can’t fuck with no scrub, ah
[Verse 2: WGMP Dez]
Run it up, let’s go and get this bag nigga
Glock 34 got me feeling like Shaq nigga
Gang took yo bitch, oh here have her back nigga
She like the way I move she like "oouu he a bad nigga"
I don’t fuck with niggas they be actin like some bitches
Reach for yo pants, ima think you suspicious
Get smoked like a blunt right in front of yo misses
This choppa got kick so I know that it’s vicious
This a whole new me I had to change
Tired of the struggle I ain’t wanna feel the pain
Hurry cop a bag try and buy me a chain
Ever since my first lick, I ain’t ever been the same
Slime outta jail now it’s time to act crazy
Smoke ten blunts got me feelin’ lil lazy
All my niggas gang-affiliated better pay me
Shoot ‘em in his back, he tried to run can you blame me?
Gotta hit up Trap for the pack this shit stanky
Untouchable ass nigga, now I know why niggas hate me
Drum hold 100 but I only put 80
We comin’ for yo neck, you’ll get wrecked
So don’t play me
Nigga
[Verse 3: Young EZ]
On sum Kaitlyn Jenner shit, bitch I’m feelin' like the man
Oops right behind me told ‘em “catch me if you can”
My choppa hate you niggas, Ku Klux Klan
Aired that bitch out I had to buy a new fan
Try to fuck with me, you get Beats like some headphones
Lay him in the dirt by his dad gravestone
I don't know niggas, to me y’all unknown
Bitch said she loved me, she got played trombone
Rockstar life, you can call me Post Malone
Uber outside bitch take yo ass home
Why these niggas talkin' shit over the phone?
Grab the choppa ima shoot him in his fuckin' backbone
Runnin' to the bag yeah you niggas real lazy
I don’t trust these niggas they be movin' kinda shady
Pillow talkin' to a bitch shot you and yo lady
You’ve never seen me, run bitch, I’m not Tom Brady
Bitch I walk with a hammer all these niggas fuckin' nails
Pop up on him I’m his car leave a couple shells
He ain’t even get to say his final farewells
Shot him then I fucked his bitch in a motel
Aye
Man, I just copped the bag
Now I gotta run it up
Niggas always interfering
Always tryna fuck it up
Guaranteed that brody come and knock you for a couple bucks
I fuck hella bitches but I never ever gave a fuck
Ooouu, yo bitch hit me up she like the way I’m rappin'
I took her to the crib and hit her from the back end
These niggas talkin' shit, them niggas finna get the backhand
I really changed, nigga this more than rappin'
Lil shorty said we poppin', and I said “I know boo”
Heard she want some love, I wanna fuck
I been and told you, yeah
Now she mad cause she ain’t got no one to go to
Then she hit her brother up
Nigga that’s a bold move
You know that nigga gon get popped if he push up
Choppa finna work 'em up like a sit-up
All these bullets put him down, he can’t get up
Feening for some action let these hollow tips rip some
Can’t learn to love, cause a nigga heart ice cold
Cold world my front yard like the North Pole
These niggas talkin' shit, but all I see is more scopes
Cuz got them .223’s that hit yo cornrows
Leave ‘em with no heart you really gon get ripped apart
And if the brody call my phone, well then we sliding like a park
Don’t need a lamb, don’t need electric cars
Yeah that push to start
I ain’t like electric cars this beef don’t need no push to start
It’s too much, it’s too much, it’s too much
So I cop me four blunts and I spark that shit up
Spark it up
She gon fuck with the dub
She said she done with you
She can’t fuck with no scrub, ah
[Verse 2: WGMP Dez]
Run it up, let’s go and get this bag nigga
Glock 34 got me feeling like Shaq nigga
Gang took yo bitch, oh here have her back nigga
She like the way I move she like "oouu he a bad nigga"
I don’t fuck with niggas they be actin like some bitches
Reach for yo pants, ima think you suspicious
Get smoked like a blunt right in front of yo misses
This choppa got kick so I know that it’s vicious
This a whole new me I had to change
Tired of the struggle I ain’t wanna feel the pain
Hurry cop a bag try and buy me a chain
Ever since my first lick, I ain’t ever been the same
Slime outta jail now it’s time to act crazy
Smoke ten blunts got me feelin’ lil lazy
All my niggas gang-affiliated better pay me
Shoot ‘em in his back, he tried to run can you blame me?
Gotta hit up Trap for the pack this shit stanky
Untouchable ass nigga, now I know why niggas hate me
Drum hold 100 but I only put 80
We comin’ for yo neck, you’ll get wrecked
So don’t play me
Nigga
[Verse 3: Young EZ]
On sum Kaitlyn Jenner shit, bitch I’m feelin' like the man
Oops right behind me told ‘em “catch me if you can”
My choppa hate you niggas, Ku Klux Klan
Aired that bitch out I had to buy a new fan
Try to fuck with me, you get Beats like some headphones
Lay him in the dirt by his dad gravestone
I don't know niggas, to me y’all unknown
Bitch said she loved me, she got played trombone
Rockstar life, you can call me Post Malone
Uber outside bitch take yo ass home
Why these niggas talkin' shit over the phone?
Grab the choppa ima shoot him in his fuckin' backbone
Runnin' to the bag yeah you niggas real lazy
I don’t trust these niggas they be movin' kinda shady
Pillow talkin' to a bitch shot you and yo lady
You’ve never seen me, run bitch, I’m not Tom Brady
Bitch I walk with a hammer all these niggas fuckin' nails
Pop up on him I’m his car leave a couple shells
He ain’t even get to say his final farewells
Shot him then I fucked his bitch in a motel
Aye