Runitup2

[Verse 1: Thr33]
I’m tryna run up that bread, to the sky, I’m tryna
I-I’m tryna run up that bread till I die
Nigga you pussy as fuck, I promise you, you not that guy
Nigga I know you ain’t like that
Cause he get popped, I know he gon’ run back
I gotta keep going, you know I ain’t done
I’m smoking that Dutt Pack, fuck up my lungs
We having artillery, we having them guns
That boy tryna play, then, I ruin his fun
Smoke on a [?], get the shit done
He want the smoke? Then the battle begun
The battle begun
The battle

[Verse 2: Smokingskul]
Run it, run it, run it, run it up
You call my phone? It’s the opps, know I study, bruh
[?]
[?], yeah, I add it up
These niggas bitch-made, need to pack it up
He on his cycle, need to pad it up
[?]
[?]
This Chris tucked, it’s from Jackie Chan
Sipping on dirty Sprite, it’s from [?]
Smoking on Kush, I’m flintstone, like [?]
Just like [?] no Glock, get left behind, man

[Verse 3: Thr33 & SmokingSkul]
[?] smoking Thr33? He finna wake up
Glizzy on me gotta keep this bitch tucked
Look in my eyes, I don’t give a fuck
Just look in my eyes, I don’t give a shit
Kobe got flash in the tank, [?], gang
Many of these niggas be pussy as fuck
Shoot the fye, making everyone duck
You can’t dodge this Halibutton, like Dame, gang
Fuck nigga, don’t you speak on my name
I just want the bread, I don’t do it for fame
Fuck these niggas, finna know my name
[?]
[?], snatch Plain Jane
Nigga stop that cap, you don’t got no stains

[Verse 4: Smokingskul]
You ain’t got stain, you ain’t got Jack
They want smoke, Tell ‘em “Run it back”
While you do that, I’ma run it up
Get ya money up, not ya funny up, bih’
And they mad cause how I stunt, bih’
Get to the bag, like Travis Hunt’, bih’