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Run It Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Frecuency
Length: 3:31
Written by: Richard Rivera




Frecuency - Run It Up Lyrics
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You aint built for this shit homie you too soft
All these niggas pussy made telling what they saw
Told you that they all soft running to the cops
Not worried bout nobody cuz i dont got no opps
Not worried bout nobody only f*cking cops
As a youngin grew up breaking laws
Do you f*ck with me or you saying just to say it
Baby tell me the truth baby is you playing
Quit f*cking with that dude he too out dated
All these niggas simping tryna come and save it
Baby let me come over i just wanna taste it
Smoking real gas baby i dont need to lace it
Niggas saying they gone rob me nigga come and take it
Homie gone up the burner and you gone face it
Niggas really whipped oh, they gone chase it
My homie on a chase god, i hope he make it
All these niggas preaching, bout shit that they aint did
Ask me how i do it, homeboy said that its a gift
Baby can you be my snack baby be my twix
Dont care bout them rumors cause my brothas wouldnt diss
Been through situations we came out the same ship
Get the product seal it up then it gets shipped
Dont got time for wanna be's nigga you's a bitch
Dont got time for wanna be's nigga you're dismissed
When the road get bumpy niggas wanna dip
That bitch dont love you, she love smoking on your zips
Rolling up musty, you bet this shit gone stink
Im checking shorty out you know that she gone wink
She love a nigga vibe, you know she tryna link
Im not that friendly no, im not tryna link
Baby i been trapping yeah what the f*ck you think
Told her that i love you she say baby what that mean
So now a days i look at bitches like what you mean
Yeah i talk to shorty but this aint what it seems
Baby i been rolling yeah i been really geeked
Late at night in the hood niggas wanna creep
I aint faking shit i was trapping in these streets
Her pussy leaving puddles gotta change the f*cking sheets
If you hit it right i promise you that she will leak
Aint even in my prime not even at my peak
Im looking for loyalty what is it that u seek
She fell in love when i swept her off her f*cking feet
That girl been tossed no she cannot compete
Running up our money homie this is on repeat
They tryna steal the style cause a nigga is off beat
Dont want no other bitch my girl is to on fleek
My homie got no filter no he is not discreet
Show my nigga love cause he kept it f*cking G
Gotta Earn Respect
Gotta Earn Respect
Niggas chasing hell of hoes im chasing hell of checks
Dont own nobody shit nigga whats a debt
F*ck yo opinioin nigga yeah im up next
He tried to make the shot but you know that i contest
Homie steady clutching he just got that reflex
She wanna start all over but, i dont do resets
Boujee bitch, you know she rocking some baguettes
Plug said prices dropping aight say less
When i was coming up had to go finesse
Now a days im just smoking out all of my stress
She keep on asking what im smoking, on the best
You gotta get your money up, Gotta run it up
You gotta get your money up, Gotta run it up
You gotta get your money up, Gotta run it up
Gotta get your money up, Dont f*ck it up
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You aint built for this shit homie you too soft
All these niggas pussy made telling what they saw
Told you that they all soft running to the cops
Not worried bout nobody cuz i dont got no opps
Not worried bout nobody only f*cking cops
As a youngin grew up breaking laws
Do you f*ck with me or you saying just to say it
Baby tell me the truth baby is you playing
Quit f*cking with that dude he too out dated
All these niggas simping tryna come and save it
Baby let me come over i just wanna taste it
Smoking real gas baby i dont need to lace it
Niggas saying they gone rob me nigga come and take it
Homie gone up the burner and you gone face it
Niggas really whipped oh, they gone chase it
My homie on a chase god, i hope he make it
All these niggas preaching, bout shit that they aint did
Ask me how i do it, homeboy said that its a gift
Baby can you be my snack baby be my twix
Dont care bout them rumors cause my brothas wouldnt diss
Been through situations we came out the same ship
Get the product seal it up then it gets shipped
Dont got time for wanna be's nigga you's a bitch
Dont got time for wanna be's nigga you're dismissed
When the road get bumpy niggas wanna dip
That bitch dont love you, she love smoking on your zips
Rolling up musty, you bet this shit gone stink
Im checking shorty out you know that she gone wink
She love a nigga vibe, you know she tryna link
Im not that friendly no, im not tryna link
Baby i been trapping yeah what the f*ck you think
Told her that i love you she say baby what that mean
So now a days i look at bitches like what you mean
Yeah i talk to shorty but this aint what it seems
Baby i been rolling yeah i been really geeked
Late at night in the hood niggas wanna creep
I aint faking shit i was trapping in these streets
Her pussy leaving puddles gotta change the f*cking sheets
If you hit it right i promise you that she will leak
Aint even in my prime not even at my peak
Im looking for loyalty what is it that u seek
She fell in love when i swept her off her f*cking feet
That girl been tossed no she cannot compete
Running up our money homie this is on repeat
They tryna steal the style cause a nigga is off beat
Dont want no other bitch my girl is to on fleek
My homie got no filter no he is not discreet
Show my nigga love cause he kept it f*cking G
Gotta Earn Respect
Gotta Earn Respect
Niggas chasing hell of hoes im chasing hell of checks
Dont own nobody shit nigga whats a debt
F*ck yo opinioin nigga yeah im up next
He tried to make the shot but you know that i contest
Homie steady clutching he just got that reflex
She wanna start all over but, i dont do resets
Boujee bitch, you know she rocking some baguettes
Plug said prices dropping aight say less
When i was coming up had to go finesse
Now a days im just smoking out all of my stress
She keep on asking what im smoking, on the best
You gotta get your money up, Gotta run it up
You gotta get your money up, Gotta run it up
You gotta get your money up, Gotta run it up
Gotta get your money up, Dont f*ck it up
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Writer: Richard Rivera
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