[Intro: TK Kravitz]

TK Kravitz

DJ Wreckless

[Hook: TK Kravitz]

Fake love give me chills (fake love give me chills)
But with you it still real (but with you it feel real)
I went from hangin’ on the block all day (went from hangin’ on the block all day)
To runnin’ up a bag for real (runnin’ up a bag for real)

[Chorus: M80 and TK Kravitz]

Run it up, run it up, gotta run it up (a bag for real)
Run it up, run it up, gotta run it up (bag for real)
Run it up, run it up, gotta run it up
Run it up, run it up, gotta run it up (bag for real)

[Verse 1: TK Kravitz]

They talkin’ down on my name, did they mention that I’m ballin’? (mention that I’m ballin’)
Play some fuckin’ hits mane, did he mention that she callin’? (brr- hello?)
I came out the slums, what it look like baby? (yeah)
Made a bank roll, but it still don’t phase me (no no)
I’m a real one (yeah)
That’s what real do (they do)
Run up another check (what)
That’s what I will do (let’s get it)
A hit done made it like, what happened? (like what happened, hey)
I ask them, why these n***as cappin’? (why they cappin’, hey)
They don’t want no money for real (they don’t want it)
These n***as funny for real (yeah they funny)
[Hook: TK Kravitz]

Fake love give me chills (fake love give me chills)
But with you it still real (but with you it feel real)
I went from hangin’ on the block all day (went from hangin’ on the block all day)
To runnin’ up a bag for real (runnin’ up a bag for real)

[Chorus: M80 and TK Kravitz]

Run it up, run it up, gotta run it up (a bag for real)
Run it up, run it up, gotta run it up (bag for real)
Run it up, run it up, gotta run it up
Run it up, run it up, gotta run it up (bag for real)

[Verse 2: M80]

M80 baby!

I seen it so many times
N***as tryna take my shine
Pussy n***a rappin’ ‘bout his old lady
If I hit it once it’s mine
I was down and all, I ain’t get no calls in
Now they hit my phone, cuz’ a n***a ballin’
All these hoes on me, cuz’ I be saucin’
Bend that pussy over, put my dick and balls in
Catch me in Balenciagas, LA traffic
Ridin’ with the .30, me and TK Kravitz
Try to run up on us we gon’ get to clappin’
Pull up with the stick and let it shoot like Major
[Hook: TK Kravitz]

Fake love give me chills (fake love give me chills)
But with you it still real (but with you it feel real)
I went from hangin’ on the block all day (went from hangin’ on the block all day)
To runnin’ up a bag for real (runnin’ up a bag for real)

[Chorus: M80 and TK Kravitz]

Run it up, run it up, gotta run it up (a bag for real)
Run it up, run it up, gotta run it up (bag for real)
Run it up, run it up, gotta run it up
Run it up, run it up, gotta run it up (bag for real)

[Outro: M80 and TK Kravitz]

Run it up, run it up, gotta run it up (a bag for real)
Run it up, run it up, gotta run it up ( a bag for real)
Run it up, run it up, gotta run it up (a bag for real)
Run it up, run it up, gotta run it up (a bag for real)