Ayy, ayy, run it up
Run it up, ayy
Told myself, "G Herbo, fuck these bitches run it up"
Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up
If my mama taught me one thing, that's to run it up
I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck
Money callin' like la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
Big ol' houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha
Keep the hammers out in traffic boy, I hopped out, blaow-blaow-blaow
And I am not with that rappin' boy (ayy), I be cappin' boy
Big G Herbo, you know I'm not with that rappin' boy
Don't do rap beef, keep my strap, on Cap I'm clappin' boy
No Lim', 150 Dream Team, we make lots of noise
M6 totin' fifty shots, yeah we got lots of toys
Soon as I ran up that check, bitch, I bought choppers and cocaine
Soon as you ran up that check, you bought Givenchy and Balmain
These lil' niggas is silly
They don't really hear me, they ain't tryna run up a milli'
I was broker than many, I ain't had a penny, they ask do I miss it, not really
Now it's 200K when I come back from states, 'bout to link up with Phat Geez in Philly
I might dash out the 'Rari or might pull up passenger seat in that new Wraith with Bibby
I'm not fuckin' around, had to get on my grizzy, and now I'm on top, evidently
In No Limit I trust, for No Limit I bust, nobody fuckin' with us
Told my niggas run it up
Told myself, "G Herbo, fuck these bitches run it up"
Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up
If my mama taught me one thing, that's to run it up
I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck
Money callin' like la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
Big ol' houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha
Keep the hammers out in traffic boy, I hopped out, blaow-blaow-blaow
And I am not with that rappin' boy, I be cappin' boy
Since before I ran it up I'm with the same niggas
Mama told me, stay from out there with them gang members
Foe'nem posted, servin' hypes, smokin', tote pipes, shootin' dice
Fuckin' hoes, hittin' blocks, tryna pull on the ops, every day shit, it's the life
I got day one niggas fresh out them prisons, some of my niggas got life
Niggas play with them pistols, they come to court snitchin', I swear these fuck niggas ain't right
And I don't fuck with police, I keep my shit on me 'cause I can't get left at the light
See them lights and pull over, no go, I'ma smoke 'em 'cause they don't read niggas they rights
Used to go sleep at night with like four sheets at night, we ain't had no heat at night
Now I can see at night, go spend ten Gs a night, spend 10K on dope, need a light
Used to sip on that drank, 'til no more I couldn't take, wake up and I pour least an eight
And I save me some cake but it don't really matter, I'm gon' run it up either way
Told myself, "G Herbo, fuck these bitches run it up"
Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up
If my mama taught me one thing, that's to run it up
I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck
Money callin' like la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
Big ol' houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha
Keep them hammers out in traffic boy, I hopped out, blaow-blaow-blaow
And I am not with that rappin' boy, I be cappin' boy
