Dirtty Eagle, Rico Santana400, Candi Girl - Run It Up Lyrics

Chea, Chea, Chea
Look
Run it up, Run it up uh
I done fuck wit some drug dealers
I done rode wit some real killers
Momma told me what my daddy didn’t
I was hard head ain’t wanna listen
I can have my last dollar lay it on da line
And still wouldn’t pay attention
All I knew was get my weight up
Waste no time ain’t no let ups
Pass assist to a lay up
Woo
Chase the paper we don’t lay up
Nah
Olay, Olay, Olay
Aye
Gettin straight to the money
Cool
Money money money money
Mood
I’m just thinkin bout the licks we hit
Cold nights nigga had too
Lord knows I committed sins
I’m just hoping I can make amends
In the mean time I’m in the kitchen
Cookin up the rice like I’m uncle Ben
Feds catch me I'm a dead man
Cuz I be damned to do another 10
Like a poker game got me placin bids
So my poker face keep me on the grid
Pussy nigga wanna test the water
I'm a take the edge I'm a push em in
He say he got it but u really don’t
You fraud a nigga to yo testament
My money addin wit these businesses
I'm the exact change to yo estimate
Dey say I’m good nah I’m excellent
I went from renting now I own dis shit
Weight up, Weight up , Weight up, Weight up
You know how our city is coming
My niggas got pokers no bluffing
We blowing the bag cause it's nothing
We gon run it up, we stay stunting
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Fuck where you from my nigga, yeah
It's all about where you at, true
I got shooters make em lay down
Before the police get dispatched, woop
You keep talking that Ra Ra
Have Rico dressed in all Black, yah
We in a black car with a black mask and a black mac on yo ass, pow
I’m about to get this work off
Grab that rental and bend the block, skrt
If I hit ya bitch with this hurricane
Later on she feel the aftershock, moan
Boy I’m all real no façade
Nigga get smart I go full retard, dumb
To My City nigga I’m the God
This my crown nigga no cobs
Have to pry that shit from my dead hands
Got the big drums and no damn band
Kulture Shokk is that damn brand
Bout to crash a wave on this damn land
Better watch how the fuck you running up
I ain’t use to no damn fans, nah nigga
Grab the bag time to count it up
My best friends is those dead mans, yeah nigga
From the city infested with brothers and folks
The ones doing nothing be doing the most
My youngens on post they will butter your toast
Turn your wife to a widow and brother a ghost
Dirtty keep am army like military post
From the belly of the city ain’t got no hope
My team took over better check that score
Win win win coming out my pores
You know how our city is coming
My niggas got pokers no bluffing
We blowing the bag cause it's nothing
We gon run it up, we stay stunting
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running

Chea, Chea, Chea
Look
Run it up, Run it up uh
I done fuck wit some drug dealers
I done rode wit some real killers
Momma told me what my daddy didn’t
I was hard head ain’t wanna listen
I can have my last dollar lay it on da line
And still wouldn’t pay attention
All I knew was get my weight up
Waste no time ain’t no let ups
Pass assist to a lay up
Woo
Chase the paper we don’t lay up
Nah
Olay, Olay, Olay
Aye
Gettin straight to the money
Cool
Money money money money
Mood
I’m just thinkin bout the licks we hit
Cold nights nigga had too
Lord knows I committed sins
I’m just hoping I can make amends
In the mean time I’m in the kitchen
Cookin up the rice like I’m uncle Ben
Feds catch me I'm a dead man
Cuz I be damned to do another 10
Like a poker game got me placin bids
So my poker face keep me on the grid
Pussy nigga wanna test the water
I'm a take the edge I'm a push em in
He say he got it but u really don’t
You fraud a nigga to yo testament
My money addin wit these businesses
I'm the exact change to yo estimate
Dey say I’m good nah I’m excellent
I went from renting now I own dis shit
Weight up, Weight up , Weight up, Weight up
You know how our city is coming
My niggas got pokers no bluffing
We blowing the bag cause it's nothing
We gon run it up, we stay stunting
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Fuck where you from my nigga, yeah
It's all about where you at, true
I got shooters make em lay down
Before the police get dispatched, woop
You keep talking that Ra Ra
Have Rico dressed in all Black, yah
We in a black car with a black mask and a black mac on yo ass, pow
I’m about to get this work off
Grab that rental and bend the block, skrt
If I hit ya bitch with this hurricane
Later on she feel the aftershock, moan
Boy I’m all real no façade
Nigga get smart I go full retard, dumb
To My City nigga I’m the God
This my crown nigga no cobs
Have to pry that shit from my dead hands
Got the big drums and no damn band
Kulture Shokk is that damn brand
Bout to crash a wave on this damn land
Better watch how the fuck you running up
I ain’t use to no damn fans, nah nigga
Grab the bag time to count it up
My best friends is those dead mans, yeah nigga
From the city infested with brothers and folks
The ones doing nothing be doing the most
My youngens on post they will butter your toast
Turn your wife to a widow and brother a ghost
Dirtty keep am army like military post
From the belly of the city ain’t got no hope
My team took over better check that score
Win win win coming out my pores
You know how our city is coming
My niggas got pokers no bluffing
We blowing the bag cause it's nothing
We gon run it up, we stay stunting
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running
Run it up, run it up, run it up
We running