GloccJaw - Run Up

Bitch we totin' them pistols

AK'S and them 14's

And you over here "boutta streak" oh you poor thing

Can't be mad

And you want some bread? Oh yeah sure thing

Just gonna hand it over to you with resorting

Without any retaliation or retort thing

Bitch I been the same in the game since I turned fourteen

Been getting these stacks you been tryna record me

Your a fiend

Floor it to the floorboards and swords swing

And of course you fuckin' losers aren't runnin' towards me

Put four in your door thor force
And four G's fallin' out my pocket

You reachin' for your keys tryna' run out the door

Finna' sore and assort these fuckin' pussies

"Yo what's up with that blood up on yo seat?"

Don't worry bout' it gang keep goin' and go eat

Don't know who you fuckin' with but if you know me

Know I'm not to be fucked with

I'm one of OG's

Keep the same energy when I'm with the homies

Talkin' all that shit nah come up and show me

Tryna throw up my hands and beat yo ass lowkey

Signs of knowin' a man "Run Up" on yo whole team

Slowly spill blood all over your goatee (Haha)
(Glocc that was fire)

Damn

(Yo)

That was hard as fuck

(Aye, Envy yo)