I ran it up And I fucked up the City I got them Ps for the low And they pretty Every where I go I'm holding the peally Outside cold I know they don't feel me Yall too slow I know you can't catch me Dick too long She giving me necks weak Let it be known If they catch me That you be only Given me Becky Naw bitch I don't want yo puss Just what's in yo pocket book Mind control a silent crook Inside you How them vitals look Hit you with that curve Like brang that ass here Call me captain hook I'm too real for television Sell a vision I sell drugs Surrounded by gangstaz and thugs Ran it up now I'm the plug Run up bitch and catch a slug You know we ain't giving love I ran it up on whole nother level Play with my money I turn to the devil Be at yo doe with the metal like hello Hunid and 50 it's 16 a elbow Tell yo main bitch ta get off my webbles Vvs diamonds they shine in my bezel I got high standards so I can not settle It's money on me so I keep my shovel