Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Colby Hall
Songwriter
Jamaal Reynolds
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Forty
Recording Engineer
Altonio Bateman
Mixing Engineer
Dude Clayy
Producer
Lyrics
She want me to run it up
She want me to pass this level long as I don't fuck it up
Call the pastor when she see devil
Call up moose n pass the shovel
You can see that I pre'd it
You can see that I breathe it
She don't want to believe it
Hold up baby what's your purpose
Deep inside don't know the reason
Ask your brother what your worth is
Deep inside it's hard to see it
Sins aside no need for preaching
Hands on yea the pastor reaching
Need prayer no time for healing
Bow your head real nigga speaking
She want me to run it up
Even when my hands is up
You don't think I done enough
Hold up nigga double up
Boosie fade wipe me down
No red lights when I'm around
Fuck the law
Prayed for a nigga now I see him in the Stars
There go Starrz
She want me to run it up
Plane touched down like arms is up
The best ever what they calling us
No plus one I need all of us
And no pat down cus the armor tucked
Like who gonna play who harming us
Ain't nobody really out here hard as us
Hard as us
Wait a minute let me stop talking that's incrimination
Fuck these rappers I'm discriminating
Ain't no competition they participating
I got women that live in my residence
I got women that come just to meditate
I got women deleting her messages
Got a man so she can't leave no evidence
Hold up
Popping like shit in my city it's litty wherever I be
Hold up
Name you a nigga who flyer and slicker and jiggy and pretty as me
She want me to run it up
She give the pussy to all of us
Put my money next to me stack stack it up that shit as tall as us
I got the plug and I'm charged up
Hundreds on hundreds I'm charged up
We got a problem we fight and get balled up
Or them bullets get fly and get chalked up
I advise you to run
Writer(s): Colby Hall
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