Текст песни we run it up! - Broke Boi J

With my boy Jah, we finna run it up
If you talk down, you get put in that trunk
You call your mom, mommy, how you act tough
Feel like a virgin, I don't give a f***
She play with the balls, like she Brady, a bunch
This choppa gon' eat you
For dinner and lunch
Call me a dentist, I'm all in her gums
Stay with a stick like I walk with a hunch
When I drop, I simply can't be touched
Call him a gazer, we gave him a beam in the sun
I got this hoe walking like she need a crutch
Hit him in his stomach, I think he need Tums
Walk down with a tech
Hit him, then who is next
This hoe don't get me erect
I told her she didn't pass the test

He want beef, or whatever, we grilling
Stacking them rack ends to the ceiling
Hit from the back end, she gon feel it
Strapped like the Navy, we gon' SEAL him
Masked up, like I'm GL Four
She finna eat me up, like some casserole
Choppa take off his back
Like I need a napkin bro
My freaky white hoe said
She love when I slap her throat
I see how you pussy boys get down
Hit you with a big mac, you a clown
I'm one of the best artists in my town
Come on I don't even got to prove that now
I'm talking my all, what you gon' do about
You can get wet up with that sprout
You can get wet up with that spricket
Gave her my dark meat
She said I'm finger licking

With my boy Jah, we finna run it up
If you talk down, you get put in that trunk
You call your mom, mommy, how you act tough
Feel like a virgin, I don't give a f***
She play with the balls, like she Brady, a bunch
This choppa gon' eat you
For dinner and lunch
Call me a dentist, I'm all in her gums
Stay with a stick like I walk with a hunch
When I drop, I simply can't be touched
Call him a gazer, we gave him a beam in the sun
I got this hoe walking like she need a crutch
Hit him in his stomach, I think he need Tums
Walk down with a tech
Hit him, then who is next
This hoe don't get me erect
I told her she didn't pass the test