Runit Up

I'm from where you better keep a thumper

Better keep vest and even extra clip and nunchakus

Better have a thunder, L.A. county jail be turnt up

And better keep your numbers up

Don't let 'em down, you run it up

Don't run out, where they do that at we runnin' laps

Gun out, ain't no lookin' back, we running through the banners

Arms out, playing 'Victory Lap', staying ruthless, scanless

It's all boutabag full of racks, praying to it counting

Hunnid, two hunnid, three hunnid, four hunnid, five hunnid

Racks coming in a bund' and I'm lovin' this money

Fat tummy, I been eatin', ain't tryna be funny

MAC on me enemy, mack on your bitch and crack on ya

All black, back to back, double back on ya

Tap you to make sure, this a rep and not a action movie

Act a fooly pack a toolie, don't be actin' moodie

Scannin' on your plan and execute it, plan another two

And make sure that your brothers do it

Or even do it better

'Cause what goes around comes around, steak can do him better

For those that hold you down when you look down, why you climb that ladder?

It ain't matter 'cause without 'em ain't no way you got a steady balance

Everybody tryna ride a wave and don't know where they paddlin'

I'm out here shinin', grinding' daily, ain't no way I'm settling

I'm out here mindin' man and they be hatin' how I manage

Headlinin' everywhere I go, ****, ain't they can't stand it

How I pull up on 'em, like I just left a different planet

Pull your ho right outta my air, better get that shit landed

I come up from outta the gutter without no helpin' hand and

Really Boutabag business, no way to understand it, ****

I'm from where you better keep a thumper

Better keep vest and even extra clip and nunchakus

Better have a thunder, L.A. county jail be turnt up

And better keep your numbers up

Don't let 'em down, you run it up

Don't run out, where they do that at we runnin' laps

Gun out, ain't no lookin' back, we running through the banners

Arms out, playing 'Victory Lap', staying ruthless, scanless

It's all boutabag full of racks, praying to it counting

I'm from where you better keep a thumper

Better keep vest and even extra clip and nunchakus

Better have a thunder, L.A. county jail be turnt up

And better keep your numbers up

Don't let 'em down, you run it up

Don't run out, where they do that at we runnin' laps

Gun out, ain't no lookin' back, we running through the banners

Arms out, playing 'Victory Lap', staying ruthless, scanless

It's all boutabag full of racks, praying to it countings, praying to it counting