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G Herbo - Run It Up Lyrics

Run It Up Song Lyrics
Run It Up by G Herbo [Intro]
Ay, ay, run it up
Nigga run it up
Yeah, run it up
[Hook]
Told myself, “G Herbo f**k these b**ches run it up”
Ain’t no woman on me, 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 b**ches just wanna f**k
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 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 b**ch 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 hate 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 f**king around, had to get on my grizzy, and now I’m on top, never (?)
And No Limit I trust, for No Limit I bust, nobody f**king with us
Told my niggas run it up
[Hook]
Told myself, “G Herbo f**k these b**ches run it up”
Ain’t no woman on me, 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 b**ches just wanna f**k
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
Four of them posted, serving heights, smoking tote pipes, shooting dice
f**king hoes, hitting blocks, tryna pull on the ops, every day sh*t, 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 f**k niggas ain’t right
And I don’t f**k with police, I keep my sh*t 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
[Hook]
Told myself, “G Herbo f**k these b**ches run it up”
Ain’t no woman on me, 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 b**ches just wanna f**k
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