Run It Up

Run It Up - G Herbo Lyrics

[Intro]

Ay, ay, run it up

Nigga run it up

Yeah, run it up



[Hook]

Told myself, "G Herbo fuck these bitches run it up"

Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up

If my mama told me one thing, that's to run it up

I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck

Money calling like la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Big old houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha

Keep the hammers out in traffic, boy I hopped out, bla-bla-bla

I am not with that rapping boy, I be capping boy



[Verse 1]

Big G Herbo, you know I'm not with that rapping boy

Don't do rap beef, keep my strap on cap, I'm clapping boy

Know No Limits, Dream Team 150, we make lots of noise

M16 totes, 50 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 on mili

I was broke 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 fucking around, had to get on my grizzy, and now I'm on top, evidently

And No Limit I trust, for No Limit I bust, nobody fucking with us

Told my niggas run it up



[Hook]

Told myself, "G Herbo fuck these bitches run it up"

Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up

If my mama told me one thing, that's to run it up

I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck

Money calling like la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Big old houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha

Keep the hammers out in traffic, boy I hopped out, bla-bla-bla

I am not with that rapping boy, I be capping boy



[Verse 2]

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, serving heights, smoking tote pipes, shooting dice

Fucking hoes, hitting blocks, tryna pull on the ops, every day shit, it's the life

I got day one niggas fresh out the prison, some of my niggas got life

Niggas play with them pistols, they come to court snitching, I swear these fuck niggas ain't right

And I don't fuck 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 4 sheets at night, we ain't had no heat at night

Now I can see at night, go spend 10 Gs a night, spend 10k on dopes need a light

Used to sip on that drank, till no more I couldn't take, wake up and I pour least an 8

And I save me some cake but it don't really matter, I'm gon' run it up either way



[Hook]

Told myself, "G Herbo fuck these bitches run it up"

Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up

If my mama told me one thing, that's to run it up

I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck

Money calling like la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Big old houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha

Keep the hammers out in traffic, boy I hopped out, bla-bla-bla

I am not with that rapping boy, I be capping boy