Текст песни Run It Up - The OMB Twins

These niggas too close they better back up
They see me dripping head to toe I got my racks up
Yea Nigga imma boss you get smacked up
And You ain't ready for this smoke so why gassed up
Yea I'm all bout this paper like a Mac truck
We the realest niggas in the shit y'all some actors
Divide my fucking body from these lames they no factor
Take his bitch and hit it twice yea I double tapped her for real

Niggas getting big mad they hating for no reason
A Couple homies fronted on me niggas steady schemin
These niggas get iffy they be changing 4 seasons
I Got these boys ducking from these shots like a subpoena
How they really want it they gon make me a catcha body
If he sending all them hitters we gon kill em in the lobby
Imma hit my shmoney dance wit this stick but I ain't Bobby
Nigga I ain't no sample you be stupid if you try me
Nigga said he gotta trigger finger where them blickys at
Seen this nigga flexing on the gram I tell em gimmie dat
AR coming with the choppas boy wit them titties strapped
Nigga imma dog lil boy you jus a kitty Kat

Bow Bow
Now run it up
Bow Bow
Now run it up
Bow Bow
Now run it up
Bow Bow
Now run it up

These niggas too close they better back up
They see me dripping head to toe I got my racks up
Yea Nigga imma boss you get smacked up
And You ain't ready for this smoke so why gassed up
Yea I'm all bout that paper like a Mac truck
We the realest niggas in the shit y'all some actors
Divide my fucking body from these lames they no factor
Take his bitch and hit it twice yea I double tapped her for real

I ain't with the frontin yo
We can get the bumping .45 get the dumping
Turn ya head to pumpkin
Bout that actin like a stuntman yo
I ain't with the jumping though
We can get the one on one got niggas ain't see 21 or doing life at 22
Nigga what you gon do
All I know is pick and move
All you do is pick and choose
These OGs must've switched the rules
But niggas never stick to rules
I'm living in some different shoes
Get it how you get it dude
Never let them get to you but god know what he put you through
Now I got designer shoes used to have them county blues
Blessings from them county shoes ain't nothing worst than county food
Unless you is the county food
I ain't go to county school
Niggas bringing guns to class
Wonder why I didn't pass
Geometry can kiss my ass
Bagging ounces did the math
Niggas know I'm never last
Ramadan I'm living fast
Hitting licks to get some cash
Shovel snow or grab a mask

These niggas too close they better back up
They see me dripping head to toe I got my racks up
Yea Nigga imma boss you get smacked up
And You ain't ready for this smoke so why gassed up
Yea I'm all bout that paper like a Mac truck
We the realest niggas in the shit y'all some actors
Divide my fucking body from these lames they no factor
Take his bitch and hit it twice yea I double tapped her for real