Run It Up - Intellectual

[Intro]

Damn, Hunterz, Hunterz, Hunterz

Niggas ain't fucking with us, man

Free Gbaby

Long live Cutta

[Hook]

Niggas playing with my name like I ain't run it up

Niggas playing with the game like we ain't going to fuck it up

We got five drac's, we got two cars, they ain't fucking with us

I got ten hunters, treat them like security cause they touching niggas

I saw one of my opps right by Minnesota and I upped that shit

Bitch, you know I'm loaded, when you wear it, might catch you, better not touch that shit

Stick a hundred bags, put it on his head, bet he hear that shit

Give me fifty seconds, I'ma make it happen, I'ma clear that shit

[Verse 1]

Everybody know I got huntеrs, we ain't half-stepping

Fifty shots or bettеr, I ain't wailing, no more hand weapons

Opps ain't got no face card in the street, they got bad credit

You better keep that energy when I see you, this my last message

I be in 'em apartments with them weapons, to my opp, be careful

I might stake a nigga's house for weeks just to get the schedule

I been playing it cool, I'm 'bout to take it to another level

You better watch that car, when they bend the corner, tell 'em "hit whoever"

They know I'm the goat, I might slide with Clip just to shoot a movie

We got fast shit on that back hill, shit like Call of Duty

I told Gumdog, "don't let nothing happen when I make a movie"

We just caught a opp and we sent him up, now they got to make they move

[Bridge]

Damn. Niggas got to make they move, man. We ain't fucking around, man. You know what the fuck going on, man. We hunters 'til we die, man. Free Gbaby, man; long live Cutta, man. We don't fuck with none of the opps, man. 2021, man, we hopping out cars on 'em

[Verse 2]

I told Vick, "go hit all of it," I told the judge, "go free all this shit"

This shit for Gbaby cause he slid

Ya'll going to trade your car, he 'bout to get it

I'm a trap nigga, I spend the re-up just to get him hit

I'm the type, nigga, I don't talk, I just hit

Niggas playing with my name like I ain't did shit

I'm trying to catch him through my bitch and get his crib hit

I got pull from the north to the south, you don't know how I deal with

I'ma do this shit for Bree and for Spike, them was my hitmen