Run Up
Yeah
Let's bring you a pack, a bag with this and a slush, pew!
Aight, uh, brr!
Uh, uh
Ayy, my Wraith look like a snowball, (Aw) chopper take your nose off (Take your nose off)
Ayy, cease a clip, throw and shut no snitchers
Ayy, all I do is go hard, pull up in a sports car (Pssh!)
Huh, ayy, this is Louis Vuitton, this not no bull yard
Cold like Minnesota, (Soda) I give her Coca-Cola (Coca-Cola)
Huh, ayy, I fly your bitch out, she sent you a postcard, huh
Huffy huffy, huffy, you're like puffy
My bitch, she look like Buffy, and she ride me like a Huffy
Ah, wicked rich, ah, be back in a jiffy, huh
Oh, wicked, wicked, huh, told her "need my wicky", oh my god
Aw, don't get tripped, uh, trigger finger itchy, huh
Watch me smokin' biffy, huh, this is sticky-icky
Huh, winner winner, (Winner) winner chicken dinner (A chicken dinner)
I pull up in that cadi with the spinner
Stop
Did she just roll up her sweatshirt? (Bitch, she did!)
Someone get this bitch outta my spinner (Out my spinner)
Right now
Right now
Right now
Motherfuckers wanna run up on the...
Motherfuckers
(Fuckers wanna...)
Motherfuckers
(Fuckers wanna...)
Motherfuckers
Motherfuckers
(Mo-mo-mother-motherfuckers-fuckers wanna...)
Right now
Right now
Right now
Motherfuckers-fuckers-fuckers wanna...
Take a shot, motherfucker
(Fuckers wanna...)
Bitch, I need that clip
(Fuckers wanna...)
Take a shot, motherfucker
(Fuckers wanna...)
Bitch, I need that clip
(Mo-mo-mother-motherfuckers-fuckers wanna...)
Motherfuckers wanna run up the block, ayy
I just tell them niggas I've been runnin' the block
And my Phantom way too big to fit in this parking spot, ayy
I guess I'm gonna have to find a whole parking lot, aw
Ayo Slush, drop the track, I'm about to give these niggas a heart attack
I'mma get that strap, man, run 'em to the back of the bank 'til I have all of that
What you know about 50 karat [?] while you packed up in the party, yap?
Ayy, matter of fact, white walls in a Cadillac
Drive-by along, I'll be back, right now
Right now
Right now
Right now
Motherfuckers wanna run up on the...
Motherfuckers
(Fuckers wanna...)
Motherfuckers
(Fuckers wanna...)
Motherfuckers
(Right now)
Motherfuckers
(Right now)
(Mo-mo-mother-motherfuckers-fuckers wanna...)
(Right now)
Let's bring you a pack, a bag with this and a slush, pew!
Aight, uh, brr!
Uh, uh
Ayy, my Wraith look like a snowball, (Aw) chopper take your nose off (Take your nose off)
Ayy, cease a clip, throw and shut no snitchers
Ayy, all I do is go hard, pull up in a sports car (Pssh!)
Huh, ayy, this is Louis Vuitton, this not no bull yard
Cold like Minnesota, (Soda) I give her Coca-Cola (Coca-Cola)
Huh, ayy, I fly your bitch out, she sent you a postcard, huh
Huffy huffy, huffy, you're like puffy
My bitch, she look like Buffy, and she ride me like a Huffy
Ah, wicked rich, ah, be back in a jiffy, huh
Oh, wicked, wicked, huh, told her "need my wicky", oh my god
Aw, don't get tripped, uh, trigger finger itchy, huh
Watch me smokin' biffy, huh, this is sticky-icky
Huh, winner winner, (Winner) winner chicken dinner (A chicken dinner)
I pull up in that cadi with the spinner
Stop
Did she just roll up her sweatshirt? (Bitch, she did!)
Someone get this bitch outta my spinner (Out my spinner)
Right now
Right now
Right now
Motherfuckers wanna run up on the...
Motherfuckers
(Fuckers wanna...)
Motherfuckers
(Fuckers wanna...)
Motherfuckers
Motherfuckers
(Mo-mo-mother-motherfuckers-fuckers wanna...)
Right now
Right now
Right now
Motherfuckers-fuckers-fuckers wanna...
Take a shot, motherfucker
(Fuckers wanna...)
Bitch, I need that clip
(Fuckers wanna...)
Take a shot, motherfucker
(Fuckers wanna...)
Bitch, I need that clip
(Mo-mo-mother-motherfuckers-fuckers wanna...)
Motherfuckers wanna run up the block, ayy
I just tell them niggas I've been runnin' the block
And my Phantom way too big to fit in this parking spot, ayy
I guess I'm gonna have to find a whole parking lot, aw
Ayo Slush, drop the track, I'm about to give these niggas a heart attack
I'mma get that strap, man, run 'em to the back of the bank 'til I have all of that
What you know about 50 karat [?] while you packed up in the party, yap?
Ayy, matter of fact, white walls in a Cadillac
Drive-by along, I'll be back, right now
Right now
Right now
Right now
Motherfuckers wanna run up on the...
Motherfuckers
(Fuckers wanna...)
Motherfuckers
(Fuckers wanna...)
Motherfuckers
(Right now)
Motherfuckers
(Right now)
(Mo-mo-mother-motherfuckers-fuckers wanna...)
(Right now)
Credits
Writer(s): Julian Scanlan, Miguel Lozada, Mckenzie Morrow
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