Run It Up

Run it up Count it Stack it up I'm chasing bands I love that fye It's a bad romance If the thing go blap It gon' make you dance F*ck the stress Only roll the best When you hit it hard Hold it in your chest These bitches lie Now riddle this If I let it fire Do you think I'll miss Run it up Count it Stack it up I'm chasing bands I love that fye It's a bad romance If the thing go blap It gon' make you dance F*ck the stress Only roll the best When you hit it hard Hold it in your chest These bitches lie Now riddle this If I let it fire Do you think I'll miss If I let it fire Then I'll never miss I'll be sending shots at yo esophagus These dudes is grimey all they do is bitch You can call me Santa cuz I got a list I got the yada from Mexico I keep me a choppa with telescope I know they killed my cousin Cuz these pussy bitches knew that Sammy would really blow F*ck all these bitches can't trust em I'll never get done like no Russian These bitches get played like percussion I find it funny I just wanted that suction I get that head then it's vamonos 30 or less like it's dominos I think it's fucking funny that these broke boys Really thought they were ever close Run it up Count it Stack it up I'm chasing bands I love that fye It's a bad romance If the thing go blap It gon make you dance F*ck the stress Only roll the best When you hit it hard Hold it in your chest These bitches lie Now riddle this If I let it fire Do you think I'll miss Run it up Count it Stack it up I'm chasing bands I love that fye It's a bad romance If the thing go blap It gon make you dance F*ck the stress Only roll the best When you hit it hard Hold it in your chest These bitches lie Now riddle this If I let it fire Do you think I'll miss Cool ride with the black tints Bad bitch she an actress Dudes mad they ain't have this & we pour up smoking cat piss Black tees with the jays on Homies with me with them thangs on em & if you stupid doofy goofy suckas Got a thing to say we'll put them beams on em Riding around & bitch I'm holding choppers Bullets homie hoppers & it got a switch How the f*ck you turned into a stalker Hot like Betty Crocker & now you turning bitch Homie you stuck in the friend zone Fucking your bitch in the end zone Let's see what's fucking funny & who's really laughing At the end when your friends gone Run it up Count it Stack it up I'm chasing bands I love that fye It's a bad romance If the thing go blap It gon make you dance F*ck the stress Only roll the best When you hit it hard Hold it in your chest These bitches lie Now riddle this If I let it fire Do you think I'll miss Run it up Count it Stack it up I'm chasing bands I love that fye It's a bad romance If the thing go blap It gon make you dance F*ck the stress Only roll the best When you hit it hard Hold it in your chest These bitches lie Now riddle this If I let it fire Do you think I'll miss