Run It Up Songtext

You ain't getting no bag, you can't fuck with us
Don't you run up on me 'cause my gun is tucked
Wait, it's over
They want me dead, but I keep me a toaster
I gotta stay colder
I'm seventeen and ya boy getting older

Wasn't the plan, I lost my homie like damn
Swear that shit wasn't the plan
Flippin' these grams, y'all niggas stuck in the can
Swear that shit wasn't the plan
I just be chasing and chasing, and chasing, and chasing, and chasing, and chasing the bag
I was just dreaming and dreaming and dreaming, and dreaming 'bout shit that I was I could have
I was fifteen when my brother got stabbed
Only sixteen, now I'm watching my back
Gotta stay strapped and I stay with a MAC
I remember Lou told me, "Lil' bro, don't you lack"

Bro told me run it up, run it up
I'ma pour up like three in this double cup You ain't getting no bag, you can't fuck with us
Don't you run up on me 'cause my gun is tucked
Wait, it's over
They want me dead, but I keep me a toaster
I gotta stay colder
I'm seventeen and ya boy getting older
Bro told me run it up, run it up
I'ma pour up like three in this double cup
You ain't getting no bag, you can't fuck with us
Don't you run up on me 'cause my gun is tucked
Wait, it's over
They want me dead, but I keep me a toaster
I gotta stay colder
I'm seventeen and ya boy getting older