MaCita – RUN UP! lyrics

Oh, y’all thought I was done?
Nah, I’m just getting started
So run up! But I bet you won’t though
You know why?

Cuz y’all some..

Corny ass bitches I really can’t relate (I can’t) I know you so mad I can see it in your face
You ok? (Huh) I said bitch you ok?
You can stay mad, shit I didn’t like you anyway

This a bop, but I know you goin hate
Taking shit about my songs but you still be pressing play
You a fake (girl let’s collaborate)
Whoa, back up off my dick
You ain’t eating off my plate (No)

You can’t ride my wave (no)
Say what you goin say (hey)
I stay in my lane (Whippin whippin) everyday (ok)
No I’m not for play
But I’m feeling super great
I’m about my business
Bitches keep on making big mistakes (you do)
I’ll be racking super cake
While you staying super fake
Keep on talking this and that
But you wont say it to my face
Seems you came a lil late, I’m already getting love
Go and get ya lil friends
Tell them bitches post up

Bridge:
I see you stalking on insta
Yeah I'm poppin so I guess you wanna talk Like we friends but
Guess what?
I don’t stop I just speed up
I’m just chillin with my feet up
I see ya, I already beat cha
Gone. Lil bitches is ya ringtone
Handin L’s out, that’s the shit I been on
Let me spell it out so you never get it wrong
I'm aiming for the throne, you’re a peasant
Yeah I said it

Y’all some...

Corny ass bitches I really can’t relate, I know you so mad I can see it in your face
You ok? (Huh) I said bitch you ok?
You can stay mad, shit I didn’t like you anyway

This a bop, but I know you goin hate
Taking shit about my songs but you still be pressing play
You a fake (girl let’s collaborate)
Whoa, back up off my dick
You ain’t eating off my plate

I get the money and go (skiirt)
You hoes just don’t even know (putas)
I am so cold I’m so froze(burr)
My mission is getting the dough (get it)
You are just making me known (macita)
I’m doing things that I know (I know)
You hoes just do what your told (go!)
I’m bout to be ripping some shows (whoa)

I wrote this shit just for you
I spit this hit in the booth
They slide up say its cool (that’s cool)
But you say I use auto tune
Bitch you can go get a clue
You and your stupid lil crew
It’s bout time you run up or just shut the fuck up
And Yes bitch I’m talking bout you!

Run up!

But y’all some

Corny ass bitches

Shout out to my B’s, the realist bitches I know

Every city I go, I meet the same hoes

Macita!