Sheek Louch Lyrics - Run Up lyrics

Run Up lyrics (Lyrics)

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Album:Sheek Louch Lyrics
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[Sheek Louch]
Double platinum never; still on the grind though
Playin my position, watchin behind though
D-Blockd out, must I remind yo
Benjamins walk with me, two guns yall can see
Money pile, wild out, nigga who want what
Every year its somethin new for you to shake your butt
Get on yo strut, you feelin me soldier?
Ten hun (ten hut) ten years strong, the record is long
Coulda been a lil richer if I rocked a thong
Anyway; the Coupe is gray
Sheek startin to get hot in the hood like the month of May
My dog tags tangle, white tee on
Paul Wall bottoms, big Jacob bangle
One dutch of evil and piney
Matter fact, gimme some gnac and Ima chase that with a Heine
And make sure you pour some for my thugs behind me (yeah)

[Chorus x2: Styles]
Hustle til the sun up (run up)
Keep comin til you come up (run up)
Erybody keep your gun up (run up, run up, run up, run up, run up)

[Styles]
Run up you gon die like the beeper call
Dawg this is Styles, I aint Nas but I Ether yall
You should hide when you see that ride creep along
Cause its on when the doors open - shut his lights out
He got his mans, but Im fuckin get em all coffins
Lil niggaz is now mine they swallow the barrel find it
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Bet thatll open em up (I bet)
And they all act tough, til you pokin em up
Nigga - run up like you came for a marathon
Bodys in the suitcase, heads in the carry-on (ha ha)
You food to a real nigga, rude with the steel nigga
Give a fuck; you shoulda chilled nigga (you shoulda chilled)
All I know is puttin in work
Get the new M-5, nigga put in the work
Crack a vanilla dutch, nigga put in the earth
Run up I keep the gun up, get put in the earth - what?

[Chorus]

[Sheek Louch]
M-6 revvin, all black on the cell phone
And all that like Im talkin to Devon ( Knight Rider)
Shorty wanna hang out of the car (uh-huh)
Yellin out money aint a thang, holdin up a mayonnaise jar
of that stick-ickalous, ridiculous
Comin down Harlem, foggin up the whole St. Nickalous (yeah)
Red monkies on them pretty things
Wipin off ash, showin Scado my Diddy things
Pay attention (yeah) gon miss if I squench in
Just us bein there is causin tension
No beef, no wreath nece, it get real messy
Pull a rifle on you boys like Uncle Jesse
Im Sheek baby girl, one third of the LOX
Put you in the mink and out of the fox
Added a Honda into the box
Earring holes is stretched from the size of the rocks
Lets go

[Chorus]