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Jay Gwuapo

RUN UP

 

RUN UP


Haha yeah
I be feeling like the king of this shit

First nigga shot, tryna run up, damn
Right in the party, niggas getting done up
When that nigga fall, you better pick his gun up
I'm heating up, just give me till the summer
And I love my fans, but yea I hate it y'all compare me with artists
Don't even know the shit that I done started
R.I.P. bro, now I'm going retarded

Said he gon move on who
I wish they say what they do, but they never did shit
380 what, 380 who, 40 hit a coat, hit em in his shit
He tryna back out quick, but bro gon back out quick, he get left in a spliff
Niggas ain't getting no money, now lil bro, here's a 10, and he ready to spin
Free rusbulla, free 2be, I miss all of my niggas they really on go
Fuck about the opps, rip to pop, messing with them niggas really get you smoked
I ain't showing love when a nigga die, roll another beat and steam another O
Gotta keep a Nina everywhere I go (grah grah grah)

First nigga shot, tryna run up, damn
Right in the party, niggas getting done up
When that nigga fall, you better pick his gun up
I'm heating up, just give me till the summer
And I love my fans, but yea I hate it y'all compare me with artists
Don't even know the shit that I done started
R.I.P. bro, now I'm going retarded

I ain't tryna say how my niggas on go, cause I can't even name the niggas that I smoked
Keep it on me, cause niggas tryna see me low
30 on me, I ain't ready to go
I know, I started all of this shit, niggas be really be stealing my flow
I can't, say that we on it with them, but we catch em, we letting it go
She said, lay back in the back of the back, while she eat me up and fuck me like a hoe
Either way she make it sloppy, either way no body knows
No we don't fuck with them niggas that fuck with them niggas fo sho
Thought I was lacking it's right in the coat (grah grah grah, haha)

First nigga shot, tryna run up, damn
Right in the party, niggas getting done up
When that nigga fall, you better pick his gun up
I'm heating up, just give me till the summer
And I love my fans, but yea I hate it y'all compare me with artists
Don't even know the shit that I done started
R.I.P. bro, now I'm going retarded

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