Run It Up (feat. GeeDubb & BoloFrmDaMob)

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I tell my right hand to run it up
Broke niggas getting left behind
They some runner ups
They ain't punching with the Mob
They ain't tough enough
All we do is stomp down
We be cuttin' up
I tell my right hand to run it up
First place my middle name
They some runner ups
Leave em lookin' like Sharif and Caine
With that stranunuh
This gang shit leakin' out my veins
We be cuttin' up
This a Punch Mob stunt
Too much wocky in my punch
Don't do BJ's for lunch
OG runtz all in our blunts
Niggas always hate it when you shine just too much
We be passing
Nothing but Tom Brady's in my bunch
I swear it seem like
These little niggas try to keep score
Doing all that flexing
We'll make yo team grieve more
You ain't got no faith
What you even take a leap for
And we never need extra clips bitch
Cause we keep four
Talk down on the Mob
We'll leave yo homie a tattoo
For the bag my niggas nuts
Almonds and cashews
DauxBoy flexin' them McQueens
Y'all in track shoes
GeeDubb got Givenchy
He need a fee like taxed foods
I don't do sucka niggas
They be built like lollipops
Wearing fake designer shit
Gucci belts be photoshopped
I got shit to make a body jerk
Send in a mollywhop
Disrespect the Punch Mob
I guarantee a body drop
I tell my right hand to run it up
Broke niggas getting left behind
They some runner ups
They ain't punching with the Mob
They ain't tough enough
All we do is stomp down
We be cuttin' up
I tell my right hand to run it up
First place my middle name
They some runner ups
Leave em lookin' like Sharif and Caine
With that stranunuh
This gang shit leakin' out my veins
We be cuttin' up
Punch me in I'ma run it up
I'm a veteran to niggas
They ain't done enough
Bitches getting mad at a nigga
They can't come with us
Punch Mob bitch
Get a profile and dump it up
Ohh you mad at a nigga
I don't bum enough
We get money do the math
Nigga go and sum it up
I could never dumb it up
Extendo brody got it tucked
Leave em stankin' like some must
If he want to f*ck with us
It's the Punch Mob bitch
We be cuttin' up
We be on the up and up
She wanna f*ck I'm coming up
My opps be on nothing much
You should hit em with a punch
My opps be on nothing much
You should hit em with a punch
I tell my right hand to run it up
Broke niggas getting left behind
They some runner ups
They ain't punching with the Mob
They ain't tough enough
All we do is stomp down
We be cuttin' up
I tell my right hand to run it up
First place my middle name
They some runner ups
Leave em lookin' like Sharif and Caine
With that stranunuh
This gang shit leakin' out my veins
We be cuttin' up
I'm Mr. Pass for that
Never hand me out shit
Changed the rings
I booled a pan on my wrist
Red Balenciagas
30 on my hip
Gun to match the shoes
Colorize the beam when I spit
See I'm acting funny with the money
Cheesin' and shit
Wasn't with me in the 'jects
Now we eating real big
Niggas cold but bet you I could make that heat
Make you drip
Cut the grass for the snakes
But I beat feet to win
Free all my niggas up in jail
MCJ to the pen
Poured a four in a deuce
While I speed in a Benz
Never would I put my faith in a bitch
It don't matter
I got cash never tricked
Stack it up
Never lose always win
I be acting up
That's that pill kickin' in
Niggas act tough
So I work em out like a gym
I'm really bout that
Gotta get a bag that's my shit
I tell my right hand to run it up
Broke niggas getting left behind
They some runner ups
They ain't punching with the Mob
They ain't tough enough
All we do is stomp down
We be cuttin' up

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