CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Run It Up
Aye aye
Lil Polo run it up
Gang, gang, gang, gang
DJ Pain 1
Big pistols is what I tote 'cause is some n***as out here tryna take me out my glow
In this game you gon' either be a pointer
You gon' score extended clips get emptied out and turn a n***a to a ghost
I'm a gucci gang n***a out of thirteen double o
Never beat around the bush get to the point let n***as know
Money fixin' everything that wasn't right when I was broke
Up a roll everyday it's only right I do the most
B*t*hes see me tryna come up will then get a dollar note
Hoes ain't nothing I don't love them I just pipe them in they throat
Couple b*t*hes in the kitchen, make them work like Rihanna
You can catch me in the trap fixin' up some proper
Whole gang in this b*t*h, we got uzis and choppers
Play that block at FTE
Before I go and snatch a soul
B*t*h we pull up get to drummin'
Now your favorite rapper gone
1300 ain't no strip club, but we got a lot of poles
Flip through our block get your car flipped
Don't get [?]
Gucci gang some demons they want n***as to p*ss off
.30 get to rockin' 'til that clip fall like Chris Paul
That rocket get to smokin' like it getting ready for lift off
FN make you dance, knock your clothes back with criss-cross
It's a fact run up on Tim you gon' limp off
Since you like to run your mouth that MAC rip your lips off
All my homies throwin' up C's but we don't crip walk
Lil G he stay wit me, he suspicious then he gon' shoot
N***as think they scare me saying what they gon do
B*t*h I keep two bangers, play crazy if you want to
Name my steel, Doctor Phil cause they like to solve problems
Takin' all these shots for my team, I'm a ball hogger
For my n***as ride till I die like I'm Paul Walker
Aye, look, I be off the drugs, geek like a white boy
All blastin' dead n***as slide every night boy
I f**k with the cobras, breeze 4's, and the Vice Lords
Hollows lift his soul and his a** up to Christ boy
See 'em we gon' heat em' shooting sh*t on sight boy
I'm the f**kin demon that yo main b*t*h like boy
Both us got straps we ain't even got to fight for
Wasn't always like this, I used to be a nice boy
Now I'm with the gang members, slidin' with the pipes boy
If you with the opps sh*t, we gon take your life boy
Every time that we hop out, they take flight boy
Young n***a bound to be the greatest, b*t*h I'm Mike Jordan
I'm the mof**kin' man you can't deny that sh*t
And I know I look like a stain please don't try that sh*t
Empty out the whole drum when I fry that b*t*h
This glizzy on me I might live and die by that sh*t
Have a b*t*h n***a duckin' his taco that back shot
Made him burp up a hollow
Yeah I'm CPD can't f**k the blue and white Tahoe
I'm the hottest young n***a coming out of Chicago
Gang, b*t*h ay ay ay gang gang gang
Say it's mister do too much
Grew up in this struggle man that sh*t was kinda rough
Now I'm getting money, yeah, my pockets kinda buff
They like Polo run it up ay, ay
They say lil polo run it up ay
DJ Pain one
Lil Polo run it up
Gang, gang, gang, gang
DJ Pain 1
Big pistols is what I tote 'cause is some n***as out here tryna take me out my glow
In this game you gon' either be a pointer
You gon' score extended clips get emptied out and turn a n***a to a ghost
I'm a gucci gang n***a out of thirteen double o
Never beat around the bush get to the point let n***as know
Money fixin' everything that wasn't right when I was broke
Up a roll everyday it's only right I do the most
B*t*hes see me tryna come up will then get a dollar note
Hoes ain't nothing I don't love them I just pipe them in they throat
Couple b*t*hes in the kitchen, make them work like Rihanna
You can catch me in the trap fixin' up some proper
Whole gang in this b*t*h, we got uzis and choppers
Play that block at FTE
Before I go and snatch a soul
B*t*h we pull up get to drummin'
Now your favorite rapper gone
1300 ain't no strip club, but we got a lot of poles
Flip through our block get your car flipped
Don't get [?]
Gucci gang some demons they want n***as to p*ss off
.30 get to rockin' 'til that clip fall like Chris Paul
That rocket get to smokin' like it getting ready for lift off
FN make you dance, knock your clothes back with criss-cross
It's a fact run up on Tim you gon' limp off
Since you like to run your mouth that MAC rip your lips off
All my homies throwin' up C's but we don't crip walk
Lil G he stay wit me, he suspicious then he gon' shoot
N***as think they scare me saying what they gon do
B*t*h I keep two bangers, play crazy if you want to
Name my steel, Doctor Phil cause they like to solve problems
Takin' all these shots for my team, I'm a ball hogger
For my n***as ride till I die like I'm Paul Walker
Aye, look, I be off the drugs, geek like a white boy
All blastin' dead n***as slide every night boy
I f**k with the cobras, breeze 4's, and the Vice Lords
Hollows lift his soul and his a** up to Christ boy
See 'em we gon' heat em' shooting sh*t on sight boy
I'm the f**kin demon that yo main b*t*h like boy
Both us got straps we ain't even got to fight for
Wasn't always like this, I used to be a nice boy
Now I'm with the gang members, slidin' with the pipes boy
If you with the opps sh*t, we gon take your life boy
Every time that we hop out, they take flight boy
Young n***a bound to be the greatest, b*t*h I'm Mike Jordan
I'm the mof**kin' man you can't deny that sh*t
And I know I look like a stain please don't try that sh*t
Empty out the whole drum when I fry that b*t*h
This glizzy on me I might live and die by that sh*t
Have a b*t*h n***a duckin' his taco that back shot
Made him burp up a hollow
Yeah I'm CPD can't f**k the blue and white Tahoe
I'm the hottest young n***a coming out of Chicago
Gang, b*t*h ay ay ay gang gang gang
Say it's mister do too much
Grew up in this struggle man that sh*t was kinda rough
Now I'm getting money, yeah, my pockets kinda buff
They like Polo run it up ay, ay
They say lil polo run it up ay
DJ Pain one
