Up 2 - Yung Bans

If I don’t do nothin', bitch, I’ma run it up, yeah

Remember I was down, yeah, y’all didn’t give me nothin', ayy

If I don’t do nothin', bitch, I’ma run it up, yeah

Fifties and hundreds, spendin' fives, tens and ones, yeah

If I don’t do nothin', bitch, I’ma run it up, yeah

Bitch, get ya smoked, bitch nigga, in a Dutch, yeah

If I don’t do nothin', bitch, I’ma run it up, yeah

I cannot leave outside the house unless I got my nina tucked

If I don’t do nothin', bitch, I’ma run it up

Might bring them shooters to your house because the whole hood love me

Bitches yellin', «Bans» and I ain’t never been a scrub

All these hundreds in my pockets, 'member I was straight thuggin'

Juggin' in a bitch’s pussy, nigga, get up

Heard your big homie snitchin' and that nigga is a duck, ayy

I’m just pourin' 'gnac back, where my blunt and stuff at?

Pull up on your ho, she fuck with me, she fall in love, ayy

I feel like a champ so I gotta rep Fifth Street

Gritty, from the bottom, mobbin' Tommy with finesse, now

Runners go and get it, but you gotta do it this day

Jewelers get the hundreds, fifties, doesn’t spend the rest, ayy

Please don’t bring your ho around here, bitch, she gon' stay all night

If you bring your ho around here, bitch, she gon' stay all night

Tryna steal the sauce, we gon' put bands on your head, ayy

Really in the street, this ain’t no rap nigga shit, ayy

If I don’t do nothin', bitch, I’ma run it up, yeah

Remember I was down, yeah, y’all didn’t give me nothin', ayy

If I don’t do nothin', bitch, I’ma run it up, yeah

Fifties and hundreds, spendin' fives, tens and ones, yeah

If I don’t do nothin', bitch, I’ma run it up, yeah

Bitch, get ya smoked, bitch nigga, in a Dutch, yeah

If I don’t do nothin', bitch, I’ma run it up, yeah

I cannot leave outside the house unless I got my nina tucked, yeah