2 Doe - Run Up A Check
Yee, 2 Doe Money Don’t SleepHell Cat dippin’ like speed racer
I been gettin uh you ain’t seen paper
Nigga acting like a rat wit cheese and ain’t seen paper
Yeee
Runnin up been runnin up been runnin up that check
Bouta put ice on my teeth bouta put ice on my neck
We got 223s and tecs come to check when its disrespect
On the gram flexing we gon handle that know I’m too hot they can’t handle dat
Runnin up been runnin up been runnin up that check
Bouta put ice on my teeth bouta put ice on my neck
We got 223s and tecs come to check when its disrespect
On da gram flexing we gon handle that know I’m too hot they can’t handle dat
I am not a block boy but I tote a Glock boy
Don’t u try to play no games wit me I shoot like block boy
Yee they ain’t wanna let me make it to the top boy
Had to go and put that Ice on me cause Imma hot boy
Runnin up been runnin up been runnin up dat check
I rep MDS to death nigga I’m gang gang like sheck
I’m like Woody, Buzz and Rex but I don’t post toys on my story
I’ll wet a nigga like dory C Murder like I was Corey
Yee I just did a estimate on my coupe gon cost me 20 bands
Just to fix it up Yee gotta get these bucks
Run it up like treadmills love how that bread feels
I love dead bills been gettin it off of serving deals
I been juggin’ I been trappin’ I been stacking
Makin it happen the Money Man feel like a magnet selling meds outta the cabinet
Burner on my hip it keep my joggers sagging
Yee speed racing in dat coupe flying like I’m Dukes of hazard
I been runnin up that check I gotta flex up
They like 2 Doe boy you Fire you know you next up
I been Making all these deals stacking extras
I don’t want no problems but if you want em better vest up
Runnin up been runnin up been runnin up dat check
Bouta put ice on my teeth bouta put ice on my neck
We got 223s and tecs come to check when its disrespect
On the gram flexing we gon handle that know I’m too hot they can’t handle dat
Runnin up been runnin up been runnin up dat check
Bouta put ice on my teeth bouta put ice on my neck
We got 223s and tecs come to check when its disrespect
On the gram flexing we gon handle that know I’m too hot they can’t handle dat
Yee, runnin up all that cake
Fuck these niggaz they faaaaaake 2 Doe
Written by:
Johnny Colvin
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