Run Up Get Dun Up lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, my new sh*t
Let me talk to 'em, let me talk to these b*tches
Who think they tough as hell
Hold up, wait, I got something for these hoes

[Chorus:]
I walk in the party, any b*tch I'mma mug
Hell nah hoe, I ain't showin no love
If you actin' tough, then b*tch you better buck
Lame ass hoe thinkin she could beat me up
Reach for my n*gga, he ain't giving out hugs
Please don't touch, b*tch, you bound to get snuffed
Whole clique broke, whole clique getting done up
p*ssy ass thot, talkin down, just run up
Fly young b*tch getting money on the come up
I'mma finish that b*tch, I ain't really with the drama
I'mma stack up my money then f*ck up the summer
Your n*gga be thirsy, I don't even want him
You lurkin, b*tch, hurtin, ay
Want beef? Then I'll serve it like cake
You saving that b*tch better get you a cape
I run up on b*tches, they calling me ape

[Verse 1:]
Let me tell you bout these lil' hoes wanna sneak diss
Put my pus*y in a n*ggas face, tell 'em "eat this"
First b*tch speak, first b*tch getting beat quick
Internet sh*t be weak to a real b*tch
Wanna apologize now? Naw hoe
b*tch you better do it, hoe you better prove it
I ain't even moving, I'mma get to it
If you bring a n*gga, then my n*gga start shooting
I can just tweet, get a rise out of b*tches
I ain't even tripping, I'mma die with some riches
And his di*k on hard, keep 'em staring at my britches
b*tch, I'm different, you illiterate
And I came up solid, I don't need no team
b*tch, I'm raw, and everything in between
Don't no hoe put no fear in me
And I'm killing these b*tches, I ain't even 23
[Chorus:]
I walk in the party, any b*tch I'mma mug
Hell nah hoe, I ain't showin no love
If you actin' tough, then b*tch you better buck
Lame ass hoe thinkin she could beat me up
Reach for my n*gga, he ain't giving out hugs
Please don't touch, b*tch, you bound to get snuffed
Whole clique broke, whole clique getting done up
p*ssy ass thot, talkin down, just run up
Fly young b*tch getting money on the come up
I'mma finish that b*tch, I ain't really with the drama
I'mma stack up my money then f*ck up the summer
Your n*gga be thirsy, I don't even want him
You lurkin, b*tch, hurtin, ay
Want beef? Then I'll serve it like cake
You saving that b*tch better get you a cape
I run up on b*tches, they calling me ape