Run It Up (feat. G Herbo) - Seddy Hendrinx

Ay, ay, run it up Nigga run it up Yeah, run it up 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 Big G Herbo, you know I'm not with that rapping boy Don't do rap beats, 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 (?) and 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 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 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 them 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 write 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 (?) 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 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

Folks trying to hit the V live boy There's too much of that Roll up on that shit there Ratchet shit shawty and em popping out the cut, fappin' shit Shawty know I'm tryna' brack it, her butt fat as shit Got a automatic under my jacket and I'm with it was happenin' I just popped a lil half a yerk so I'm feeling fantastic I'm like fuck it I'ma just go to work cause I been in the bank like Ashton I'll buy a lil bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston Hood bitch with me like a NASCAR driver she ain't been in no fast one And I'm smoking a v live she giving head while I'm drivin, I'ma fuck around crash it I'm like fuck it I wanna smash right now, I'ma take her to the mansion I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though even though they plastic In that new shit I can self park the whip, I'm feeling Jurassic And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist huh, look at the dash Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah I just fill it with cash Everybody wanna fuck your sister, Stacey Dash But it ain't really cause I'm faced with her lil basic ass Up it, up it, (ah) up it, nigga up it (Uh) Nigga fuck it I'ma count this bitch and up it (Uh) She gon' up it, up it Bitch up it Quick get to ducking Fuck it, bitch up it You ain't like yo neighbors, they lil racist ass You used to be a fuck nigga so you tryna erase the past You hating on me cause I'm a young nigga and I chase the bag We ain't smoking but on nothing but exotic, you'll think we laced the bag I got my bitch a Chanel bag (uh), cost like twelve stacks Running track hoe (huh), fuck your hellcat And I'm a bad boy, I'm a bad influence Tell a nigga what he gon' do, make him fast forward And don't let no nigga hold you, keep that mag no Pro Tools Keep that bag Overheat that Mac And I'm a star, check my vv's You can't see these hoes from afar I mean you can beat these Don't care if you BD or if you GD We on that car Word to my ma, word to y'all Word to Allah, whoever your god Whatever nigga place him above this God Whatever a nigga make we gon' double it tomorrow Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it Nigga fuck it I'ma count this bitch and up it She gon' up it Bitch up it Quick get to duckin Fuck it, bitch up it (up it)

That boy comin' live, ah? Look, bah, grrt, woo (Shh) Yeah, woo (Shh) look, see them hatin' ass niggas talkin' Tell 'em niggas, "Stop it" (yeah, look) Woo back, baby, run down, chase 'em (yeah, bah) Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah) I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (woo) Huh, everything is updated (look) (grrrt) Soon as folk see my man's, so I'm droppin' the rakes I ain't gon' stop until a body drop And I can't wait to see that day (woo) In my Ruth's Chris from Chick-fil-A And a 50-cent cake (woo) Now it's Mastro's for the steak (Mastro's for the steak) Yeah, I grew up in the hood (hood), so please don't judge me by my ways Hands down, look, if I see an opp, it's a man down (bah) Hold on (hold on), wait (wait), I ain't never need a handout, yeah They know my body, when the Woos in the spot, all the opps ran out (woah) Look, see them hatin' ass niggas talkin', tell 'em niggas, "Stop it" (yeah, look) Woo back, baby, run down, chase 'em (yeah, bah) Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah) I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (woo) Everything is updated (grrrt) A thousand ways to get paid (you know), 1090 be exact (ha) And I'm so stuck in my ways (ways), that my bros steady movin' tact (brrrt, bop) Hold on, hold on, uppin' the rake, you get rolled on (what?) So many opps, so many shots, I don't know who we gon' roll on (what?) Slide through, servin' these niggas like drive-throughs (bop, bop-bop) Red flag on, bangin' on niggas, yeah, I'm feelin' like Ryu (suu-whoop) Try who? Pussy niggas gon' try who? (What?) Ran through a hunnid, nigga been a hunnid (look) Call up the Woos, they gon' slide through (woo) Talkin', tell 'em, niggas, stop it (yeah, look) Woo back, baby (woo), run down, chase 'em (yeah, bah) Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (woo) I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (bah) Huh, everything is updated (grrt) Ayy, ayy, GDK, GDK, GDK, GDK, GDK, GDK, EBK Move over, now it's gang in the place You can't ID, all he saw was flames in his face And the IG gettin' opps carried away Now the graveyard's runnin' out of space, ayy (ayy) .45 like Amazon Prime, put a nigga in the air in a day (ayy, ayy) I'm in that Rolls Cullinan Touch right there in the doors comin' in Smokin' Za', we got O's bomin' in Foenem always got hoes comin' in (whew) Chain make 'em say, "Woo" like Pop Smoke And I fuck with the Woo, R.I.P. Pop Smoke OP from the Floss, my vato, G Herbo (look) Talkin', tell 'em, niggas, stop it (yeah, look) Woo back, baby, run down, chase 'em (yeah, bah) Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah) I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (bah) Hah, everything is updated (brrt) Look, woo back, baby, run down, chase 'em (yeah, bah) Off the Perky (woo), boy, I'm dangerous (yeah) I'm in the double R, shit look like a spaceship (bah) Hah, everything is updated (brrt)

Go Grizz, winners circle Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas Look what I formed alone, ain't nobody had to put me on nigga I got my foot up on niggas, I hear 'em takin' the lingo (takin' the lingo) My trap phone helped me get that designer before I was breakin' a single My racks long, remember a nigga was literally breakin' a single (literally breakin' a single) You know that yay gettin' mangled nigga, I hold that K at an angle I gotta feed the team, you know I give the blueprint to my niggas (give the blueprint to my niggas) Watch how I flee the scene, I got 2 bitches inside of the Fisker Who you think gave the ingredients? I am the one with seasonin' (the one with seasonin') Yeah, my ego I'm feedin' it (feedin' it), I hope you niggas obedient (obedient) Yeah, look a demon in his eyes, you'll never know what you see in it (you'll never know what you see) Yeah, I pull up speedin' in the ride, no it don't come with a key in it (no it don't come with a key) Yeah, but I smell like a key in it, yeah, I look fresh off the border (fresh off the border) Duckin' the feds and recorders (feds and recorders), you know I rest with the Taurus (you know I rest with the) I keep some ice on my neck, I gotta stay with my head above water Yeah, I'm mixin' Sprite with the Tech, constantly poppin' the meds that I ordered, yeah (Talk to 'em) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (we pullin up whatever nigga you already know) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (all kinda foreign shit) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (fly shit, a true thug nigga, dripped out bitch) I was in the trenches, believe me But I was blessed and finessed, so I make it look easy Nah but this shit wasn't easy I was in a shoot-out, I'm talkin' to Nicki, got flew out I was right next to Weezy And I gotta clutch when I meet you (when I meet you) Might have my .40 to greet you (greet you) Kept that lil shake like a seizure I'll go to New York, interview at This is 50, and run up a 50 ball Landed at Kennedy, no we couldn't fly with the blicky, ay dog, we need one of y'alls Ain't got no enemies, fuck it still gotta keep it with me, might run into one of y'alls Want smoke at this show, we gon' shoot this bitch and you know might as well don't even come at all I been that nigga, turnt up my flex as a youngin', you know me and somersault Come put that shit up, at least a whole when you hit us, we flip it, no somersault I fucked that shit up Ran through a sack with my niggas, we here for a bunch of raw (yeah) Ain't give no fuck I was tryna get fly, charged my cousin 8K for a hundred balls When Fazo died and they pulled Zell over, he was like, "Fuck the law" Pullin' up with freshman, they like, "Herbo, you a fuckin' dog" Charmed all my teachers, shootin' dice in P.E, cheerleaders, fucked 'em all (you know this shit) Still might get a C-D, 'fore I made a CD, I ain't give a fuck at all Still in Chiraq with the GDs, yeah with the BDs, yeah I fuck with 'em all Honestly I don't give a fuck where you from, what you is, fuck with me then you fuck with the wrong Honestly I'ma just stop let you think 'bout your next move You don't wanna leave your momma 'n 'em lonely I'ma just aim at your top, give a fuck what the vest do Any day you just come run up on me (Talk to 'em) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (we pullin up whatever nigga you already know) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (all kinda foreign shit) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (fly shit, a true thug nigga, dripped out bitch) I just went got me a Coupe, fuck that single shit went got me a group Glock kick like BlocBoy when it shoot Your family won't know til it come on the news I pop me one of them blues, all in my locker, my gun up in school (gun up in) I'm in a good mood, I ain't wanna be rude (naw) Just look at these rappers, you wanna see food Listen, before the booth I was goin' through it in the kitchen Tyson on the roof, I was lookin' for a pigeon Givenchy to the shoes, first day up outta prison She seen the roof dippin', that true lemoniscious Since nigga did Hpnotiq, foreign shit gettin' out it Ahki I'm lookin' like bin Laden Just wait till the price change, you think I ice skate, this ain't no hockey we been slidin' Gelato too loud gotta Zip-Lock it My money grew up, you got kid pockets The coke is A-1, call it Len Bias Tryn assault me, no emoji, send fire (fire) I treat the back of the 'Bach like a studio, your bitch just gave me a mic test Just come to the mansion, see all these Ghosts and these Phantoms, shit lookin' like Fright Fest When I used to sip, it was just Pineapple Fanta if ain't no more Sprite left Just work on your aim, if you a dependable hitter that's gon' be a nice check Balmain got me rockin' these white sweats They match the Off-Whites with the Nike checks Ass bettin' that's a dice death, I see my future through the Pyrex (Talk to 'em) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas