[Intro]
Ay, ay, run it up
Nigga run it up
Yeah, run it up
[Hook]
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
[Verse 1]
Big G Herbo, you know I'm not with that rapping boy
Don't do rap beef, 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 Phat Geez in 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
Ay, ay, run it up
Nigga run it up
Yeah, run it up
[Hook]
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
[Verse 1]
Big G Herbo, you know I'm not with that rapping boy
Don't do rap beef, 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 Phat Geez in 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
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