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letra de run up - 150 bump

[intro: 150 bump]
(i love you journey)
(k—k—kentracks got ’em in they bag)
grahh, he think he uppin’ on me? no
got ’em, i came with my g, like
grahh, grahh

[chorus: 150 bump]
grahh, he think he uppin’ on me? no
got ’em, i came with my g
back out, now we gon’ see who a tweak
let off a shot, he got hit tryna flee
like, ‘ooters, we shootin’ for free
bro in the cut like he came out the tree
gone off the lean, he ain’t breathe
talkin’ on diddy, we knock out his t–th

[verse 1: 150 bump]
flockin’ for zelly, we go on a spree
if it’s dark, can’t see, i’ma throw on the beam
bro on a bike, watch how he schemе
he tryna shoot like he in thе marines
bullets like fire, no gasoline
throwin’ hot metal, we f-ckin’ up dreams
once he get spotted, he walk out the scene
got my blunt, so don’t get in between
stay on 56, man, y’all know where to find me
pray i’ma shoot ’em, won’t do ’em like notti
why would i stab him? not right beside me
he think he tough, i’ma send him a hottie
backdoor, then she gon’ f-ck for a [?]
opps in the air, got the room gettin’ foggy
big die gz, know we smokin’ on lotti
hop out, tryna catch me a body
we been opps, watch me get on my bully
bro on his ass, tryna send him a fully
got him scared with his pole, n-gga p-ssy
boy won’t shoot that, lil’ n-gga a rookie
i be fiendin’ to shoot, so don’t push me
gun on my hip, bet it poke through the hoodie
grahh, it’s time to spin, now we purgin’
walk through the lo’, that’s sixteen eatin’ cookies
[verse 2: 150 wiz]
like, he get hit up, he can’t stand up
bullets barkin’ as soon as he ran up
if he dumb with the sticks, then he jam up
like, twelve shots come out the hammer
but, she tryna say i’m too handsome
what? two hands when i’m totin’ this d-mn gun
misunderstood, ’cause they don’t understand us
opps get chased, i know why they can’t stand us
f-ck a show, we tryna make a movie
do him like rah if he be jackin’ unchii
like, probably turn into some [goonies?]
two, three, me and brodie totin’ toolie
goofy tryna bend, he heard the deucey
b—better move tact’, got to duck, it get spooky
like, i’m in that zone, no two three
smoochie, she the line, but she can’t fool me
like, he think he uppin’ on me? no
i see a g like a [?]
like, he was just tough on that keyboard
don’t let him run, that’s what we got the beam for
big knock, oh, that sh-t sound like a c4
brodie up first, like, what you tryna reach for?
g, oh, what he think it’s sweet for?
one knock, doin’ what on my block? you gon’ need more
[chorus: 150 bump]
grahh, he think he uppin’ on me? no
got ’em, i came with my g
back out, now we gon’ see who a tweak
let off a shot, he got hit tryna flee
like, ‘ooters, we shootin’ for free
bro in the cut like he came out the tree
gone off the lean, he ain’t breathe
talkin’ on diddy, we knock out his t–th

- 150 bump

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