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Runnin' Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Long Sleeve Steve
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Robert Reed, II




Long Sleeve Steve - Runnin' Up Lyrics
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Beat up the block
With a uppercut
Junkies they coming
They running up
Big compact
Ain't no running up
Step on the block
And I f*ck it up
Uh uh uh uh
Beat up the block
With a uppercut
Junkies they coming
They running up
Big compact
Ain't no running up
Step on the block
And I f*ck it up
Uh uh uh uh
Beat up the block
Wit a uppercut
Junkies they coming
They running up
Big compact
Ain't no running up
Step on the block
And I f*ck it up
Uh uh uh uh
Beat up the block
With a uppercut
Junkies they coming
They running up
Big compact
Ain't no running up
Step on the block
And I f*ck it up
Uh uh uh uh
These youngins they trap
But they ain't down to ride
They hustle get money
And that's to get high
These niggas don't play
Cause they no they gone die
Call uncle Ice
And you know
He gone slide
These youngins be strapped
With these thirty sticks
Ain't got no money
To pay they lil lawyer wit
Calling they momma
For bail
Scared as a bitch
When they up I'm that sell
No sense of direction
When they on the block
I'm needing my money
I need it off top
Shawty he trap with a felony
F*ck what they telling me
In the game
I'm a major player
Bill Bellamy
Got pills and got white
And got celery
That weed be so loud
It'll sing you a melody
Yeah we got exotic
And we got all flavors
The way they run up
You would think
They was racing
And you know
That we bought
The whole gang with us
You know
Your whole gang a bluff
Take them sticks
And we painting stuff
Your whole click
Know you lame as f*ck
And you can't
Get your paper up
Cause you be
Selling huff
I can front you the pack
But can you
Move this weight or what
Your bitch say you a goof
So she called
Told me lay her up
I pulled up
She pulled out
This lil dick
To me spray her up
She told me
That I was her mac
Want me make her up
She know I be
Getting them racks
Want me cake her up
She freaky
This bitch is a whore
Want me tape her up
She took the dick
Out of her mouth
Told me take her butt
Your main bitch
My freaky lil slut
She want to be squad
Nigga and what
She love the way
My niggas be posted
On the trap
Posted up in all black
Black mask black hat
Got them good drugs
Have you on
A merry go round
Get your bitch of a Rp
Watch her buss down
Beat up the block
With a uppercut
Junkies they coming
They running up
Big compact
Ain't no running up
Step on the block
And I f*ck it up
Uh uh uh uh
Beat up the block
With a uppercut
Junkies they coming
They running up
Big compact
Ain't no running up
Step on the block
And I f*ck it up
Uh uh uh uh
Beat up the block
With a uppercut
Junkies they coming
They running up
Big compact
Ain't no running up
Step on the block
And I f*ck it up
Uh uh uh uh
Beat up the block
With a uppercut
Junkies they coming
They running up
Big compact
Ain't no running up
Step on the block
And I f*ck it up
Uh uh uh uh
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Beat up the block
With a uppercut
Junkies they coming
They running up
Big compact
Ain't no running up
Step on the block
And I f*ck it up
Uh uh uh uh
Beat up the block
With a uppercut
Junkies they coming
They running up
Big compact
Ain't no running up
Step on the block
And I f*ck it up
Uh uh uh uh
Beat up the block
Wit a uppercut
Junkies they coming
They running up
Big compact
Ain't no running up
Step on the block
And I f*ck it up
Uh uh uh uh
Beat up the block
With a uppercut
Junkies they coming
They running up
Big compact
Ain't no running up
Step on the block
And I f*ck it up
Uh uh uh uh
These youngins they trap
But they ain't down to ride
They hustle get money
And that's to get high
These niggas don't play
Cause they no they gone die
Call uncle Ice
And you know
He gone slide
These youngins be strapped
With these thirty sticks
Ain't got no money
To pay they lil lawyer wit
Calling they momma
For bail
Scared as a bitch
When they up I'm that sell
No sense of direction
When they on the block
I'm needing my money
I need it off top
Shawty he trap with a felony
F*ck what they telling me
In the game
I'm a major player
Bill Bellamy
Got pills and got white
And got celery
That weed be so loud
It'll sing you a melody
Yeah we got exotic
And we got all flavors
The way they run up
You would think
They was racing
And you know
That we bought
The whole gang with us
You know
Your whole gang a bluff
Take them sticks
And we painting stuff
Your whole click
Know you lame as f*ck
And you can't
Get your paper up
Cause you be
Selling huff
I can front you the pack
But can you
Move this weight or what
Your bitch say you a goof
So she called
Told me lay her up
I pulled up
She pulled out
This lil dick
To me spray her up
She told me
That I was her mac
Want me make her up
She know I be
Getting them racks
Want me cake her up
She freaky
This bitch is a whore
Want me tape her up
She took the dick
Out of her mouth
Told me take her butt
Your main bitch
My freaky lil slut
She want to be squad
Nigga and what
She love the way
My niggas be posted
On the trap
Posted up in all black
Black mask black hat
Got them good drugs
Have you on
A merry go round
Get your bitch of a Rp
Watch her buss down
Beat up the block
With a uppercut
Junkies they coming
They running up
Big compact
Ain't no running up
Step on the block
And I f*ck it up
Uh uh uh uh
Beat up the block
With a uppercut
Junkies they coming
They running up
Big compact
Ain't no running up
Step on the block
And I f*ck it up
Uh uh uh uh
Beat up the block
With a uppercut
Junkies they coming
They running up
Big compact
Ain't no running up
Step on the block
And I f*ck it up
Uh uh uh uh
Beat up the block
With a uppercut
Junkies they coming
They running up
Big compact
Ain't no running up
Step on the block
And I f*ck it up
Uh uh uh uh
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Writer: Robert Reed, II
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