Intro-
No feelings for ah dumb thot

In the wraith we hotbox

Yo bitch ride my big cock

In my waist that big Glock



Bop bop bop

On my neck i got big rocks

Uh uh uh

Yo bitch grabbin on my crotch

Hook-
~run it up

Run it up~


Verse-
Runnin up the check

Glock turn you into ah mess

Hunnid k up my wrist

Got bitches i like them mixed



They all just want me to die

They afraid when i ride

Im makin all this guapo while you barely make it by



Run it up

Wockhardt in my cup

Lil bitch

You a lil buttercup

50 rounds

In my Glock and drum

Fuck on yo wife imma cum in her bum



Run you over in the fuckin road

Catch you slippin like i caught yo hoe

Bad bitches call me bad to the bone

Wit my brozays yea we all ten toes


I just pulled up in the wraith

Parked it up blunt to my face

Broke boys flexin pocket change

I got bands up in my safe



I got bands up in my bank

In the rawri switchin lanes

Blockin out all of the hate

Cuz they know they fuckin lame

Hook-
~run it up

Run it up~