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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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