[Intro: T$C JRoc]
Gotta get money
We gotta get money nigga
Them young niggas runnin' up
[Chorus: T$C JRoc & YNW Sakchaser]
Young niggas runnin' up
Young niggas runnin' up, ba- ba- ba- bang, get outta the way
Young niggas runnin' up, young niggas runnin' up
Young niggas runnin' up, ba- ba- ba- bang, get outta the way
Young niggas runnin' up, young niggas runnin' up
Young niggas runnin' up, young niggas runnin' up
Run it up
Young niggas runnin' up, young niggas runnin' up
Young niggas runnin' up
Run it up
Young niggas runnin' up
Young niggas runnin' up, young niggas runnin' up
Ba- ba- ba- bang, get outta the way, them young niggas runnin' up
[Verse 1: T$C JRoc]
I do this to finesse outta poverty
I had to get outta povery
I learned the gang from my brother
Don't make me turn Super Sonic
One day I'ma turn up and onyx
Givenchy, stay totin' on the designer
I get it, and bitch I'm killing it
Them bitches know I'm with the shit
I touch on the pack, then get ghost
Super slop bitch, call me dee smoke
I'm the man in the mist
I fuck around and got the cali connect
We hop out the tower, we aim at your neck
I don't play no games, boy I die by respect
Smith & Wesson, better bust out the scene
We chop off your leg if you come in between
Me and my money, please don't be no dummy
We hang out the window, we blue face a hunnid
Must a chimpanzee and some with the toolie
I bust at your head, you niggas is foolish
You niggas is foolish, my niggas is realer, them niggas is flippin'
I don't play no games with that trigger
But bitch I will bust at it bigger
Sneakin', and geekin', we servin' them bitches
Better get on your money grind
They don't like it when you tellin' the truth
I rather be realer than fake
Make you mad, turn two to an eight
Hit that bitch, make a move with a K
Then I hop at that bitch, I slide
Niggas, they know that I'm riding just 'cause
[Chorus: T$C JRoc & YNW Sakchaser]
Young niggas runnin' up
Young niggas runnin' up, ba- ba- ba- bang, get outta the way
Young niggas runnin' up, young niggas runnin' up
Young niggas runnin' up, ba- ba- ba- bang, get outta the way
Young niggas runnin' up, young niggas runnin' up
Young niggas runnin' up, young niggas runnin' up
Run it up
Young niggas runnin' up, young niggas runnin' up
Young niggas runnin' up
Run it up
Young niggas runnin' up
Young niggas runnin' up, young niggas runnin' up
Ba- ba- ba- bang, get outta the way
[Verse 2: YNW Sakchaser]
Ayy, finesse, kick his whole ass with a whole trick
Got a man feeling 'cause bitch on my dick
Run in with the sack, hit him with his stick
Flip his ass on site, make him full on boom
Free my nigga sound, he was in the stoner whizz
Gotta keep a belt, got a toolie on my hip
Sakchaser, boy, I'm all about the sack, hoe
Put a band, put a bullet in your asshole
Designer fitted, Gucci, Louie, Ferry combo
I just hit you with a combo
Melly got a nine, so I call it rondo
[Verse 3: YNW Melly]
Ayy, ayy
Gunjo pack, super fruity
Shoot that shit like Call of Duty
Shawty got a big old booty, curly hair, she such a cutie
Every time she play with coochie, squishy, squashy, new jacuzzi
Hold up, who the fuck is that? It's Melly walking with the uzi
Why you talking like you 'bout it boy? I'll pull up at your house
And I don't care, I'm getting money, .40 stuck under the couch
Under the couch, put the pistol straight to your mouth
Young nigga world, I thought you knew we ran the south
I hit a lick, now I got ghost all in my mouth
Don't want no people bitch, I put you in a draught
[Chorus: T$C JRoc & YNW Sakchaser]
Young niggas runnin' up
Young niggas runnin' up, ba- ba- ba- bang, get outta the way
Young niggas runnin' up, young niggas runnin' up
Young niggas runnin' up, ba- ba- ba- bang, get outta the way
Young niggas runnin' up, young niggas runnin' up
Young niggas runnin' up, young niggas runnin' up
Run it up
Young niggas runnin' up, young niggas runnin' up
Young niggas runnin' up
Run it up
Young niggas runnin' up
Young niggas runnin' up, young niggas runnin' up
Ba- ba- ba- bang, get outta the way
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