Bool God, JBossup, caelix - Run Up With My Bruvs lyrics
[Bool God, JBossup, caelix - Run Up With My Bruvs lyrics]
Come through with that chopper, that machete
I'm the butcher, yeah
Nikes on my feet, I want another
So I took a pair
Your bitch on my line, she claim she love me
Nigga, do I care?
Take another hit, it fade to black
I'm smoking heavy yeah
Hunting in the jungle for these niggas
Call it metal gear
Try to run up on me, get the devil
Then I reappear
Claim you ain't a pussy, stop the cappin'
I can see the fear
I be riding solo on my lonely
Yeah, my path is clear
Call me the four, I feel fantastic
Smokin on kill, that straight boombastic
Run up on me you know it's action
Run up on me my rifle blastin
Bitch I'm a killer, I hang with gorillas
Run up we gone spill ya
Get smoked like a chillum
My gun it go rat tat, run up on me
We shoot 'em like Baghdad Uppin my pole
Bitch you better move back back
Caught you I had your location on Snapchat
Drop you like you on
Probation get wacked wacked
Bitch I'm insane, shout out to Death of Dane
Thirty shots in yo' brain
Break her back like I'm Bane
Lil' bitch, we not the same
My mind slightly deranged
Kick yo' shit Johnny Cage
My dick in her ribcage
I'm hot like the sun up
Get shot you get done up
Shoot four times like Stunna
I'm drippin' like Gunna
I pull on ya' block with
My heat like the summer
You'd think we a band cuz
My shooters are drummer i keep me a pipe and
My crack out like plumber
You ain't gettin' money, well
That is a bummer i hang with the migos
I hang with the runners
If I get caught not a word, I just shut up
They called in caelix and
Now they all running
No payment for bail, so try not to fuck it
Picking a branch, picking the target
We run in, hands up, give us the market
This gon' be Passover
Blood from you on the door
How can they even deny I'm a criminal
Hope no one's saying shit
Bend you like paperclip
Hand me the bill, brother
I will just pay for it
I cannot fuck with a nerd
Bro gon' pull up with the burner
I yell it's fuck what you heard
They screaming murder murder
Hop on the track and I'm seeing the screwface
Tying the ends because we need no loose case
Whip out the gadget, yes
Something like Gru makes
See me in public, bitch
You gon' take two takes
I'm the butcher, yeah
Nikes on my feet, I want another
So I took a pair
Your bitch on my line, she claim she love me
Nigga, do I care?
Take another hit, it fade to black
I'm smoking heavy yeah
Hunting in the jungle for these niggas
Call it metal gear
Try to run up on me, get the devil
Then I reappear
Claim you ain't a pussy, stop the cappin'
I can see the fear
I be riding solo on my lonely
Yeah, my path is clear
Call me the four, I feel fantastic
Smokin on kill, that straight boombastic
Run up on me you know it's action
Run up on me my rifle blastin
Bitch I'm a killer, I hang with gorillas
Run up we gone spill ya
Get smoked like a chillum
My gun it go rat tat, run up on me
We shoot 'em like Baghdad Uppin my pole
Bitch you better move back back
Caught you I had your location on Snapchat
Drop you like you on
Probation get wacked wacked
Bitch I'm insane, shout out to Death of Dane
Thirty shots in yo' brain
Break her back like I'm Bane
Lil' bitch, we not the same
My mind slightly deranged
Kick yo' shit Johnny Cage
My dick in her ribcage
I'm hot like the sun up
Get shot you get done up
Shoot four times like Stunna
I'm drippin' like Gunna
I pull on ya' block with
My heat like the summer
You'd think we a band cuz
My shooters are drummer i keep me a pipe and
My crack out like plumber
You ain't gettin' money, well
That is a bummer i hang with the migos
I hang with the runners
If I get caught not a word, I just shut up
They called in caelix and
Now they all running
No payment for bail, so try not to fuck it
Picking a branch, picking the target
We run in, hands up, give us the market
This gon' be Passover
Blood from you on the door
How can they even deny I'm a criminal
Hope no one's saying shit
Bend you like paperclip
Hand me the bill, brother
I will just pay for it
I cannot fuck with a nerd
Bro gon' pull up with the burner
I yell it's fuck what you heard
They screaming murder murder
Hop on the track and I'm seeing the screwface
Tying the ends because we need no loose case
Whip out the gadget, yes
Something like Gru makes
See me in public, bitch
You gon' take two takes