Corrección Letra Run It Up! Remix par Young EZ

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Man, I just copped the bag
Now I gotta run it up
n***as always interfering
Always tryna f**k it up
Guaranteed that brody come and knock you for a couple bucks
I f**k hella b*t*hes but I never ever gave a f**k
Ooouu, yo b*t*h hit me up she like the way I’m rappin'
I took her to the crib and hit her from the back end
These n***as talkin' sh*t, them n***as finna get the backhand
I really changed, n***a this more than rappin'
Lil shorty said we poppin', and I said “I know boo”
Heard she want some love, I wanna f**k
I been and told you, yeah
Now she mad cause she ain’t got no one to go to
Then she hit her brother up
n***a that’s a bold move
You know that n***a gon get popped if he push up
Choppa finna work 'em up like a sit-up
All these bullets put him down, he can’t get up
Feening for some action let these hollow tips rip some
Can’t learn to love, cause a n***a heart ice cold
Cold world my front yard like the North Pole
These n***as talkin' sh*t, but all I see is more scopes
Cuz got them .223’s that hit yo cornrows
Leave ‘em with no heart you really gon get ripped apart
And if the brody call my phone, well then we sliding like a park
Don’t need a lamb, don’t need electric cars
Yeah that push to start
I ain’t like electric cars this beef don’t need no push to start
It’s too much, it’s too much, it’s too much
So I cop me four blunts and I spark that sh*t up
Spark it up
She gon f**k with the dub
She said she done with you
She can’t f**k with no scrub, ah

Run it up, let’s go and get this bag n***a
Glock 34 got me feeling like Shaq n***a
Gang took yo b*t*h, oh here have her back n***a
She like the way I move she like "oouu he a bad n***a"
I don’t f**k with n***as they be actin like some b*t*hes
Reach for yo pants, ima think you suspicious
Get smoked like a blunt right in front of yo misses
This choppa got kick so I know that it’s vicious
This a whole new me I had to change
Tired of the struggle I ain’t wanna feel the pain
Hurry cop a bag try and buy me a chain
Ever since my first lick, I ain’t ever been the same
Slime outta jail now it’s time to act crazy
Smoke ten blunts got me feelin’ lil lazy
All my n***as gang-affiliated better pay me
Shoot ‘em in his back, he tried to run can you blame me?
Gotta hit up Trap for the pack this sh*t stanky
Untouchable ass n***a, now I know why n***as hate me
Drum hold 100 but I only put 80
We comin’ for yo neck, you’ll get wrecked
So don’t play me
n***a

On sum Kaitlyn Jenner sh*t, b*t*h I’m feelin' like the man
Oops right behind me told ‘em “catch me if you can”
My choppa hate you n***as, Ku Klux Klan
Aired that b*t*h out I had to buy a new fan
Try to f**k with me, you get Beats like some headphones
Lay him in the dirt by his dad gravestone
I don't know n***as, to me y’all unknown
b*t*h said she loved me, she got played trombone
Rockstar life, you can call me Post Malone
Uber outside b*t*h take yo ass home
Why these n***as talkin' sh*t over the phone?
Grab the choppa ima shoot him in his f**kin' backbone
Runnin' to the bag yeah you n***as real lazy
I don’t trust these n***as they be movin' kinda shady
Pillow talkin' to a b*t*h shot you and yo lady
You’ve never seen me, run b*t*h, I’m not Tom Brady
b*t*h I walk with a hammer all these n***as f**kin' nails
Pop up on him I’m his car leave a couple shells
He ain’t even get to say his final farewells
Shot him then I f**ked his b*t*h in a motel
Aye

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