JAY MAC - Run It Up

I get to the bag just to run it up
Competing with me you look dumb as fuck
My niggas with me they gon' run a muck
Your bitch on my ice like a hokey puck
I got that dro that'll have you stuck
Get to my chips gotta dip em up
I bust them down
Then band them up
This is all me
So I don't need luck
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
A nigga never trapped out the 'bando
But a nigga straight trapped in the band tho
My niggas was crazy
Had to tell em chill
They was ready waiting at back doors
Making them moves
Gotta be smooth
Before you loose lets plan those
So pick and you choose
Optimal views
Chop and you screw now you band those
Never liked playin so I quit school
Only went to campus for the wifi
Read a couple books and some bitches too
Never gon' beat me so why try
I see you gotcha tax money
Think you flexing but you looking like a damn dummy
Should've used that cash aide to enhance your studies
Come April or May
You'll be lookin bummy
I don't do it for trophies
When I leave the game I know they still gon' love me
Your chick wanna make me her new hubby
Cuz I be all on her ass just like a Huggie
Cuz I'm the shit
I get to the bag jus to run it up
Competing with me you look dumb as fuck
My niggas with me they gon' run a muck
I get to the bag
Get to the bag
I get to the bag just to run it up
Competing with me you look dumb as fuck
My niggas with me they gon' run a muck
Your bitch on my ice like a hokey puck
I got that dro that'll have you stuck
Get to my chips gotta dip em up
I bust them down
Then band them up
This is all me
So I don't need luck
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Like em real no phonies
Kick it like we some homies
Looking for a tenderoni
Sound like macaroni
Stir it up stir it up
Then she drop it back on me
Slurp it up slurp it up
Do it with no hands mamí
Got me busting like a tommy
Then 4 rings just call me Audi
Got that heat like we in Saudi
She get hyper and get rowdy
So you know I had to pipe her
Ride her cowboy yelling howdy
I ain't one to talk big shit
So you cant quote me but don't doubt me
I get to the bag just to run it up
Competing with me you look dumb as fuck
My niggas with me they gon' run a muck
Your bitch on my ice like a hokey puck
I got that dro that'll have you stuck
Get to my chips gotta dip em up
I bust them down
Then band them up
This is all me
So I don't need luck
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up

Written by:
Jared McGee

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