Butcher Brown – Run It Up Lyrics

Funk

Look, damn, she fine, oh my god
While I was just walking around
Saw the finest walking 'round
Started breaking, let it down, crazy
Nails done, braids look amazing
Schmerit, I mirror his means, uh
Tell the DJ play that shit down
Laid down, playing with your frown
Made out, back in my bag like my twin
We argue like nothing again
She act like I'm fucking her friends
Never mind, can't please 'em all
Let him tell it, change it all
Word of mouth gon' spread like everything else
I'm fucking up the game
Run it up, nope, wow, uh
Run it up, let that wow, uh
Shawty like my nickname
Rebels, it's set, it's out, on the wall
Take his out on the shelf
Take it all, take it all
Head going crazy like she banging on nails
I know it's hard, but it's so simple
Let it go, let it sizzle
Yeah, it's so hard
Look where we came from
So far, either shoot or you gon' dribble
Passing, it's a, see the lies, a riddle
I'm asking, either you don't get it
Flashing, digging a slow grave
On a slow pace, watching snow fall
On my young face, talking a lot, please stop
Is you gon' pass, what? Fuck, fuck
Whole nation
Is you gon' pass, what? What?
Bro believe it's what he needs, can't talk
Pain clear your old skill and don't drive
Sneaking 'round, dodging the cops
Your eyes on me now, back in the drop
You back on the block, the devil the crop
Timberland red, he was begging for air
Looking 'round, these nights out, I'll never forget
Tryna rob niggas, just to fit in
Electric, electric, I'm lit
Forgot it at nights like this
Gotta hold your stick, she want go kid
Same part where they stabbing it
Same part with the lighters, you play for it
Same part love for my part love, it's just a show
Back in the drive, back on the block
Riding, riding, riding, riding, yeah

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