Run It Up

Ayy, ayy, run it up Run it up, ayy Told myself, "G Herbo, f*ck these bitches run it up" Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up If my mama taught me one thing, that's to run it up I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna f*ck Money callin' like la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la Big ol' houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha Keep the hammers out in traffic boy, I hopped out, blaow-blaow-blaow And I am not with that rappin' boy (ayy), I be cappin' boy Big G Herbo, you know I'm not with that rappin' boy Don't do rap beef, keep my strap, on Cap I'm clappin' boy No Lim', 150 Dream Team, we make lots of noise M6 totin' fifty shots, yeah we got lots of toys Soon as I ran up that check, bitch, I bought choppers and cocaine Soon as you ran up that check, you bought Givenchy and Balmain These lil' niggas is silly They don't really hear me, they ain't tryna run up a milli' I was broker than many, I ain't had a penny, they ask do I miss it, not really Now it's 200K when I come back from states, 'bout to link up with Phat Geez in Philly I might dash out the 'Rari or might pull up passenger seat in that new Wraith with Bibby I'm not fuckin' around, had to get on my grizzy, and now I'm on top, evidently In No Limit I trust, for No Limit I bust, nobody fuckin' with us Told my niggas run it up Told myself, "G Herbo, f*ck these bitches run it up" Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up If my mama taught me one thing, that's to run it up I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna f*ck Money callin' like la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la Big ol' houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha Keep the hammers out in traffic boy, I hopped out, blaow-blaow-blaow And I am not with that rappin' boy, I be cappin' boy Since before I ran it up I'm with the same niggas Mama told me, stay from out there with them gang members Foe'nem posted, servin' hypes, smokin', tote pipes, shootin' dice Fuckin' hoes, hittin' blocks, tryna pull on the ops, every day shit, it's the life I got day one niggas fresh out them prisons, some of my niggas got life Niggas play with them pistols, they come to court snitchin', I swear these f*ck niggas ain't right And I don't f*ck with police, I keep my shit on me 'cause I can't get left at the light See them lights and pull over, no go, I'ma smoke 'em 'cause they don't read niggas they rights Used to go sleep at night with like four sheets at night, we ain't had no heat at night Now I can see at night, go spend ten Gs a night, spend 10K on dope, need a light Used to sip on that drank, 'til no more I couldn't take, wake up and I pour least an eight And I save me some cake but it don't really matter, I'm gon' run it up either way Told myself, "G Herbo, f*ck these bitches run it up" Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up If my mama taught me one thing, that's to run it up I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna f*ck Money callin' like la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la Big ol' houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha Keep them hammers out in traffic boy, I hopped out, blaow-blaow-blaow And I am not with that rappin' boy, I be cappin' boy