Project Pat - Run Up lyrics

Don’t make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass
Broad daylight with no mask
Don’t make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass, give me all yuh cash
Don’t make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass Broad daylight with no mask
Don’t make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass, give me all yuh cash

Mane I seen a nigga at the ATM
Making a withdrawal
Thinking to myself this 38 will
Make you shit drop it was 1 am at night
With nobody else around
I was at the Popeyes across the street
Sipping on some crown in the drive through
Waiting on a number three
Smoking on a loud blunt
Loaded heater on the seat
This bitch handed me the chickens
Snatch the bag and pulled off
Tryin’ to catch this mother fucking
Nigga ‘fore he pulled off
So I crept up next to his car
This trick by his self
He was on them 24 them
TV's sitting in headrests
Keys in the ignition
He got a phone up to his ear
Walking out the ATM so I put my car in gear
Revved it down hopped up out the car
I could see his spirit heart beating fast
I could see the smile disappear
I’m like nigga drop the cash off
Motherfucking sad talk need to cooperate
Before I’ll blow your ass off

Don’t make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass
Broad daylight with no mask
Don’t make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass, give me all yuh cash
Don’t make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass Broad daylight with no mask
Don’t make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass, give me all yuh cash

On my mark, ready set, go
Running to the cheese gotta eat
I ain't greedy i just gotta sleep with ease
If you owe me something
Just don’t owe me nothing while I’m hurtin’
Cause I may just lay you down
That’s for motherfucking certain
Close curtain on a nigga ask
Fuck just how you feelin ain't no chillin’
It’s a killin’ ‘bout that, dollar billy
That’s for really knew a bitch
Kept her baby daddy
And she got money in the attic
I don’t suppose to know hit the bitch up
One night I told her all kinda shit
Bludgeon like I like this bitch
She telling me she want this dick
I’m on the way I hit the strip
She on the other side of town
I back up in the driveway
Had to turn the pimpin’ down
Open up the door immediately
I guess she seen them headlights
Sat upon the couch
Asked her what the headlight
Pulled out that main
Then I start to burn her brain
Then I put revolver to her head and
Told her to give me everythin’

Don’t make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass
Broad daylight with no mask
Don’t make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass, give me all yuh cash
Don’t make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass Broad daylight with no mask
Don’t make me run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass, give me all yuh cash