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Bro told me run it up, run it up I'ma pour up like three in this double cup You ain't getting no bag, you can't fuck with us Don't you run up on me 'cause my gun is tucked Wait, it's over They want me dead, but I keep me a toaster I gotta stay colder I'm seventeen and ya boy getting older Bro told me run it up, run it up I'ma pour up like three in this double cup You ain't getting no bag, you can't fuck with us Don't you run up on me 'cause my gun is tucked Wait, it's over They want me dead, but I keep me a toaster I gotta stay colder I'm seventeen and ya boy getting older Wasn't the plan, I lost my homie like damn Swear that shit wasn't the plan Flippin' these grams, y'all niggas stuck in the can Swear that shit wasn't the plan I just be chasing and chasing, and chasing, and chasing, and chasing, and chasing the bag I was just dreaming and dreaming and dreaming, and dreaming 'bout shit that I was I could have I was fifteen when my brother got stabbed Only sixteen, now I'm watching my back Gotta stay strapped and I stay with a MAC Letras de cancionesI remember Lou told me, "Lil' bro, don't you lack" Bro told me run it up, run it up I'ma pour up like three in this double cup You ain't getting no bag, you can't fuck with us Don't you run up on me 'cause my gun is tucked Wait, it's over They want me dead, but I keep me a toaster I gotta stay colder I'm seventeen and ya boy getting older Bro told me run it up, run it up I'ma pour up like three in this double cup You ain't getting no bag, you can't fuck with us Don't you run up on me 'cause my gun is tucked Wait, it's over They want me dead, but I keep me a toaster I gotta stay colder I'm seventeen and ya boy getting older From Letras Mania