Run It Up
Syrup inside of me hitting
Prada my step when I'm tipping
Knots in my pockets I'm limping
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, flip it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, flip it up
Looking at me like I'm some crazy wack ass rapper
You can't even keep up
9-11 with the heats up
Broke boy better ease up
Come through, I'll show you how to get your cheese up
Now I got my feats up, Now I got my feet up
Crumby ass hoe, you a piece of the pie
Only fuck with the whole thing
No half-ass hoes under my wing
Just real-ass women that hold me down
Maybe back in the day, but you can't fool me now
Underground Underdog run it up, flip it up, pile it up
Syrup inside of me hitting
Prada my step when I'm tipping
Knots in my pockets I'm limping
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, flip it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, flip it up
I just popped some pills, these Vicodins we fucked it up
223 extended aiming out the Hummer trucks
If he acting up gon' grab a dick and let it bust
I ain't ever need a bitch, come over, catch a nut
Lexus skrrt, got a 40 on me
Fendi [?], we dropping bodies
Percs and molly, eyes glossy
Diamonds dancing, that be the hobby
I just wanna smoke on this boof
Rick Owens I step, be the truth
Syrup inside of me hitting
Prada my step when I'm tipping
Knots in my pockets I'm limping
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, flip it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, flip it up
Prada my step when I'm tipping
Knots in my pockets I'm limping
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, flip it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, flip it up
Looking at me like I'm some crazy wack ass rapper
You can't even keep up
9-11 with the heats up
Broke boy better ease up
Come through, I'll show you how to get your cheese up
Now I got my feats up, Now I got my feet up
Crumby ass hoe, you a piece of the pie
Only fuck with the whole thing
No half-ass hoes under my wing
Just real-ass women that hold me down
Maybe back in the day, but you can't fool me now
Underground Underdog run it up, flip it up, pile it up
Syrup inside of me hitting
Prada my step when I'm tipping
Knots in my pockets I'm limping
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, flip it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, flip it up
I just popped some pills, these Vicodins we fucked it up
223 extended aiming out the Hummer trucks
If he acting up gon' grab a dick and let it bust
I ain't ever need a bitch, come over, catch a nut
Lexus skrrt, got a 40 on me
Fendi [?], we dropping bodies
Percs and molly, eyes glossy
Diamonds dancing, that be the hobby
I just wanna smoke on this boof
Rick Owens I step, be the truth
Syrup inside of me hitting
Prada my step when I'm tipping
Knots in my pockets I'm limping
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, flip it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, flip it up
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Pouya, Nicholas Voutsinas, Cristian Palma
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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