Текст песни Run Up A Check - Kente

Look
When I was locked up
I was still sitting back
Getting paid
My niggas in up and
Outta town making play like
We In The damn game
Oh these rappers bet not be afraid
Oh these rappers bet not
Throw no shade
Be the same niggas off in the club
Trying to give me dap
When I hesitate
Last year I did numbers
New Benz for the summer
FN if they run up
They'll really want the drama
I'll bring it to they momma
Who this bitch you
Done brought with you
She done slid me her number
She wanna get fondly
I hope you don't really got attitude
Don't get your ass fuck up
I light up this blunt up
I'll even want that little bitch
Dress down in Gucci in shit
I'm to busy getting rich
Codeine in my piss
Thirty grand on the wrist
Fuck niggas don't exist
Who the fuck you talking too
You the one that's with a crew
I ain't even studding you
I'll kill you and you
You and you and you and you
Last year I took a couple L's
Bout a hundred thousand
In the hole mane
This year had to double back
Had to bring it back
Like some Rogain
Fuck niggas just get lost
Taking daps that's good sauce
Need a feature that's gone cost
Blowing Gashouse till I take off
Ugh

He found him plug
He did it himself
He's gonna be next
That nigga so fresh
Make every girl
They be wanting to have sex
And I hear that you talking
About me dog
Who you trying to impress
But whenever you speak up
Make sure niggas no
I ran up a check
Bury these niggas
I finna come bury these niggas
Bury these niggaz
Come Bury these niggas
I finna come bury these niggas
Bury these niggaz
Money getting so long
That I ain't worried about niggas
Bury these niggaz
Come bury these niggas
I finna come bury these niggas

Yea
Look
Aw
Ace of spades when I campaign
Red bottoms on my feet
Louie sweater and some Balmain's
Spent bout thirty in the mall main
I got ten bitches Ima dog main
The way I'm gripping on her tities
Feeling on her ass now she
Want my last name
VVS's on a choker
Twenty three and one
I had a poker
I made her squirt up on the sofa
Then I clean up well Gucci loafers
I got the call got the fifty pack
Coming in gun on a holster
It ain't no way you getting closer
Might put yo face on a poster
Now we back to the streets
Rolling up a joint
Mother fuck a cigarette
Going hard on these beats
All of these artists
Knowing that I been a threat
Delta first class we on a jet
Now y'all know we ain't finish yet
Fuck around get me upset
And I been a boss and I'm
Up next

He found him plug
He did it himself
He's gonna be next
That nigga so fresh
Make every girl
They be wanting to have sex
And I hear that you talking
About me dog
Who you trying to impress
But whenever you speak up
Make sure niggas no
I ran up a check
Bury these niggas
I finna come bury these niggas
Bury these niggaz
Come Bury these niggas
I finna come bury these niggas
Bury these niggaz
Money getting so long
That I ain't worried about niggas
Bury these niggaz
Come bury these niggas
I finna come bury these niggas