Ran It Up

[Intro]
(Okay, Carter, talk to 'em)

[Chorus: Blvd Bizz]
Niggas ain’t ridin' with you, fuckin' fired ’em up with pistols
Lost my mind, yeah, I got issues, late at night, I grip my pistol
Plenty Glocks and candle vigils, I don't know you niggas hatin'
Tryna make you eat the pavement, man, I'm too stuck in my ways
I got money, now I ran it up
Pull up in a Lamb' truck, niggas can't handle us
And I did this shit all on my own, no one can manage us
Freedom is a must for all the bloodas doing calendars

[Verse 1: Blvd Bizz]
I been trappin' in the booth, I graduated from the streets
Got the Draco for the problem, if you got one, we could meet
I been hustlin' all my life, now I make thousands off a beat
Nigga, who the fuck is you? I know your partners heard of me
Slime, nigga, fah-fah-fire ’em up, bye, nigga
Ride around the city with my wild hitters, livе, nigga
We be in the trеnches, other boys don’t come outside
Niggas talkin' crazy on the ’net, but then they hide
Money be the motive
Bust up out the trap for set, the young lil' bros in motion
Tell my bloodas, "Rap, but don't you slack, you gotta focus"
Never ever slip and don't you ever show emotion, oh shit

[Chorus: Blvd Bizz]
Niggas ain’t ridin' with you, fuckin' fired 'em up with pistols
Lost my mind, yeah, I got issues, late at night, I grip my pistol
Plenty Glocks and candle vigils, I don't know you niggas hatin'
Tryna make you eat the pavement, man, I'm too stuck in my ways
I got money, now I ran it up
Pull up in a Lamb' truck, niggas can't handle us
And I did this shit all on my own, no one can manage us
Freedom is a must for all the bloodas doing calendars

[Verse 2: Portion]
Oh, we was out sittin' on that boulevard, you know we stand on business
I don't kick it with them niggas, they be gossipin' like bitches
If he really was a shooter, he wouldn't never leave a witness
Wanna give 'em headshots for all the times they tried to play me
Finger fuck that trigger like a bitch, I have her on y'all
She ain't want me then, but now she fuck me like a pornstar
They gon' need insurance for that jewelry, call up OnStar
You can see the pain, it turned me beast, I tried to warn y'all
Really from the bottom, so they love me like I'm from the street
Now I wanna stunt on every bad bitch that front on me
I can see they lame, they want that fame, I leave 'em under me
Hit it till it flame and leave your main nigga on a tee

[Chorus: Blvd Bizz]
Niggas ain't ridin' with you, fuckin' fired 'em up with pistols
Lost my mind, yeah, I got issues, late at night, I grip my pistol
Plenty Glocks and candle vigils, I don't know you niggas hatin'
Tryna make you eat the pavement, man, I'm too stuck in my ways
I got money, now I ran it up
Pull up in a Lamb' truck, niggas can't handle us
And I did this shit all on my own, no one can manage us
Freedom is a must for all the bloodas doing calendars