Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chhenrety Jordan Khvann
Songwriter
Lyrics
Run it up!
Huh huh huh
Huh huh
Run it up!
Huh huh huh
Run that shit up, like I can't commit
I just gotta keep a Glock, I just keep a switch
Fuckin' bitches on the table, I just call her miss
Comin' with the heat, shawty like the number 6
Huh, drinking double cups, asking wassup
Pop a body bitch, I just mop it up
Not a shooter, not a school shooter, I run it up
I'm a butcher, with a blade, I just chop it up
Run it up bitch, rushing up with a kel tec
Look at the clock, bitches fucking up my set
Take another pill, paranoid, they gon regret
Take a mushroom yeah, bitch I don't take cigarettes
Keep your mouth shut, that's the shit I can't cope
Put a hole in your face, make it a microscope
Shush your mouth, lil bitch you shouldn't even smoke
My green talks better, yours can't provoke
Run that shit up, like I can't commit
I just gotta keep a Glock, I just keep a switch
Fuckin' bitches on the table, I just call her miss
Comin' with the heat, shawty like the number 6
I keep a pistol, I keep it in my pocket
I shoot a bitch, kill a snitch, I pop it
I played her strings, these bitches know I rock it
I'm running with a G shock, they wanna fuck it
I'ma run it up, spin that bitch, no revolver
Make a hole, on his face, know I'm a golfer
Roll the blunt, fuck that bitch, it's a honor
Dodge a bitch, I'm not coming, like a charger
I gotta make a settle
He making a rebel yeah yeah
I'm grabbing the metal
He's taking a fentanyl yeah yeah
I gotta rock, he's a pebble yeah yeah
He better move, he needs a pedal
Writer(s): Chhenrety Jordan Khvann
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