Run It Up - Lit Harry

I ain’t neva gotta flex for nobody

Lit Harry run it up on a broke bitch

Said, I ain’t neva gotta flex for nobody

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10 around the neck, Rollie on the wrist

Dishepes speppin on em homie I’m the shit

I go 2-year on em grabbing on the tits

I go Stewie on a ni*** dumber than a bit**

Semi-automatic 30 in the clip

I’ma sharp shooters ion do assist

Money heavy in my hand like it’s 30 bricks

Lacy’s baddest in my lap I came to spend a grip

City of the brights headed to the strip

Make one phone call my niggas all in

So I pull up betta hide ya bit**

I ain’t even gotta flex homie I’m the shit

Bottles by the case, blue hundreds the face

No shells on the scene how I beat the case

Pay my lawyer weekly real niggas relate

Solo in the movement ion fuck wit snakes

Diamonds dancing in em yeah I beat the race

Free my lil brother pray he beat the case

Shooter to a shooter Neva hesitate

Beware all singles youngan let’s the cake

Came home, I made and put the Mack down

Labels sign me they sweat me bout how I act now

They say I’m cocky, I’m booshy, fu** it I’m that now

Change up nah nigga check out the background