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letra de run up! - lil hatii

[intro: lil hatii and big pimp]
lets get this sh-t, run it!
-ahem- -cough-
yuh
aye, look, imma be back on this sh-t again
know what the f-ck goin’ on
big thirteen innis’ b-tch
aye

[verse: lil hatii] (adlibs by big pimp)

b-tch i’m dumpin’ bullets out the window (out the window)
gotta’ sk witta’ blade
shoot bullets at yo temple (psh,psh at yo temple)
she a thottie body type of b-tch
so she gone let me f-ck anyway (anyway)
i just want the neck, i don’t wanna f-ck anyway (nah)
when i dump this b-tch on that n-gga he gone fade away (b-tch!)
got the glockie wit the beam i had that boy runnin’ away (bow)
n-ggas like aye hatii, how you do it?
i can’t let em’ know, all these n-ggas tryna jack my swag
cause i am they dad
n-gga buck up! (what?)
you really tuff?, n-gga buck up! (buck up!) huh
i’m on yo block know what the f-ck up (what the f-ck up)
ayy, i let this mopstick get you dropped quick (hollup, big pimp)
(hollup) i’m on the block wit the whole gang b-tch
(big pimp, woah, yeah!)

[verse 2: big pimp]
onna’ block wit’ the whole gang (gang, gang!)
n-ggas gonna f-ck around wit me?
they gone test my aim (pew, pew, pew, pshh)
never shoot below the neck
b-tch i’m aimin’ at yo brain n’ at the same time im f-cking on yo b-tch
get this money, yeah i’m rich (what?, yuh!)
i’m f-ckin’ on yo b-tch! (yuhhhh!)
i gotta choppa witta full clip! (yuhhhh!)
n-gga you bound to catch a hollow tip (psh, psh, psh, psh, psh)
i’m gonna shoot up yo whole clique
pop a n-gga like a zit! (pop!)
yeah i cheated on my b-tch!
cheated on that thot, cause we wouldn’t last long anyway (anyway)
hop up in this foriegn whip
then i c-ck back, shoot a fadeaway

[verse 3: lil hatii]

let the choppa eat, yo b-tch let me skeet, yo lil b-tch a freak
p-ss her to the team, then go spend a rack at 3 peat

[verse 4: big pimp]

spend a rack at 3 peat, f-ck on that bih then i repeat
that lil thottie suck my meat, yo main hoe just suck my team
that lil thottie was actin’ like a feen for that d-ck
c-ck back, shoot a fade away, then i hop up in the whip
yuhh, you really tuff?, n-gga buck up!
i’m at yo block, n-gga buck up!
these n-ggas p-ssies, what the f-ck up!
shoot him in his face imma, pew, pew, pew, pew

[outro: big pimp]
ayy, woah, chill
bruh i gotta fat -ss migraine and this sh-t hurts….

- lil hatii

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