Flight Gang G.A. - Run It Up

I mean niggas a be mad at you cause you ain't fucking with them no more man
Niggas ain't on shit, niggas don't want shit
Niggas ain't got shit, ain't trying to get shit man
I mean you ain't got nothing going on
You want me to come around you
You don't want me to have nothing going on either
You want us both to be nothing, not having nothing going on ass niggas
Run it up
Would you believe me if I told u I'm 400 up
Show u how to run it up
Run it up
They say all that nigga do to much, hoe I ain't done enough
I hear em talking but dem niggas won't do nothing to us
Pretty bitches at these clubs trying to run to us
They wanna come with us
Ew the bag long
I got niggas in the pin I want them back home
Ay how I'm feeling? I ain't making no more sad songs
You know what the fuck going on nigga
Hopping out a brand new Bentley I'm not friendly
Man fuck these niggas
I ain't have a fucking penny, now they envy
Nah fr
Thought he was my dawg but he crossed me
Fuck them
Thought she was my bitch but she lost me
Ay fuck em
Can't trust them folk again it's gon cost me
Yeah it's gon cost me
And I know better
It's gone cost me
Run it up
Would you believe me if I told u I'm 400 up
Show u how to run it up
Run it up
They say all that nigga do to much, hoe I ain't done enough
I hear em talking but dem niggas won't do nothing to us
Pretty bitches at these clubs trying to run to us
They wanna come with us
Ew the bag long
I got niggas in the pin I want em back home
Ay how I'm feeling? I ain't making no more sad songs
Pouring out all my pain, on this paper with pen
Drinking down all my problems my cup full of henn
Went broke so many times I won't do that again
Learned to not mix the business, can't do that with friends
They hated on small shit, I had to take it to 10
You stopped while I was down, oh u a hater again
See me pulling up in benz, just take that on the chin
I'm sending paper to the pin, gon make sure we all win
What's up
Run it up
Would you believe me if I told you I'm 400 up
Show you how to run it up
Ay ay
Run it up
They say all that nigga do to much, hoe I ain't done enough
I hear em talking but dem niggas won't do nothing to us
Pretty bitches at these clubs trying to run to us
They wanna come with us
Ew the bag long
I got niggas in the pin I want em back home
Ay how I'm feeling? I ain't making no more sad songs
You know what the fuck going on nigga

Written by:
Darius Harris

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