[Lyric] Run It Up (RTB MB)

[Intro: RTB MB]
Ayy
(J, this shit too crazy)
Yeah

[Chorus: RTB MB]
Ran off on the plug, now I'm turnin' up (Ayy)
I'm just tryna win, I can't lose, ain't no runner-up (Nah)
We got Glocks, we got chops, ain't no runnin' up (Ayy)
How the fuck I get a Range? Nigga, I was twenty-one (Damn)
Why the fuck your main lil' bitch keep comin' up? (Why?)
We done been through rain, lil' nigga, ain't no sun in us (Nah)
Settle for the pain and prevail 'cause I'm one-in-one (One)
Supercharge the Range, tell the hoes, "Better buckle up" (Better, uh)

[Verse 1: RTB MB]
Ayy, niggas broke, but they talk a lot (Shut up)
F&N tucked, niggas shady, I ain't 'bout to box (Nah)
Darkskinned bitch from the A, she my chocolate drop (Hey)
I been goin' dumb on thеse niggas, I ain't 'bout to stop (Nah)
When a nigga down to his last, then thеy bound to watch
Bitches only want me for my cheese, I can't crown a thot (Nah)
Niggas only actin' for the 'Gram, so they clown a lot (Yeah)
Feds broke into the crib and they found the chops (Damn)
Damn, now I'm on the run (Hey)
Ain't no lackin' anywhere 'cause I got a son (Okay)
Pissin' on these niggas, I'm the shit, you can't find a plunge (Damn)
Been blowin' Cookie by the zip, Benihana Runtz (Damn)
[Chorus: RTB MB]
Ran off on the plug, now I'm turnin' up
I'm just tryna win, I can't lose, ain't no runner-up
We got Glocks, we got chops, ain't no runnin' up
How the fuck I get a Range? Nigga, I was twenty-one
Why the fuck your main lil' bitch keep comin' up?
We done been through rain, lil' nigga, ain't no sun in us
Settle for the pain and prevail 'cause I'm one-in-one
Supercharge the Range, tell the hoes, "Better buckle up"

[Verse 2: Baby T]
Told 'em free Boogs and Smack, all they tryna do is run it up (Yeah)
Twenty for they lawyer, I just went and put a hundred up (For real)
My niggas on the road, they gettin' loads like they still broke (Yeah)
Could've dropped a Benz truck, instead, I'ma run it up (Huh?)
Stack it to the ceiling so high I can fuck it up (Woo)
Niggas always flashy with they money, that's why the feds come (Nah)
I ain't got time for no bitch, I'm on my next run (Yeah)
Miles in the hood, ten choppers in the Caddy truck (Got 'em)
Tinted up the windows, don't try and come and play with us
Legalize the guns, ain't no fun when we runnin' up
Take your bitch out of town 'fore she talk about her time lust
Fly the vibes to the city that we in, they only tryna fuck
Reminiscin' 'bout the bitches I ain't hit 'cause I was broke as fuck
Now I can put a ticket on your mans and put him in a Dutch
Shooters on the floor, don't talk 'bout money you ain't never touch
I ain't ridin' with my Glock in no safe, you sound dumb as fuck (Huh?)