Run It Up (feat. Shah Infinite)

LaLa make is bounce for me
Hitting switches
Mobbing with my gang
Rolling in the trenches
My dudes and dues is paid
So what they gonna say
Run it up
Haters gon hate
Run it up
Haters gon hate
Everyday is my day
Getting to the birthday cake
Finnessesing on the highway
Doing like 88
You ain't getting no paper
No no my nigga
We can't relate
Run it up
Haters gon hate
Run it up
Haters gon hate

Run it up Haters gon hate that's just Factual
It's in their blood it's just
Natural
Run it up everyday I do me a lap or Two
Anything else is irrational
Really we came up from nothing
My days were so Ruffin
Not talkin bout temptations
I came up a lil bit
They big hatin
They pockets on flat and
I'm inflated
Big ups to my motherfucking self
Had a few hiccups I ain't hold
My Breath
Chin ups, had to pull myself up
Big gust of the meat breath
Pressure
V cuts like a pizza
Yes sir
Everywhere that I go I look next up
Shawty got a coach bag I
Then blessed Her
She gon play when I want like
Alexa
Flexed up feeling like the
Best to do it
Got the front end and
Catch the pub
I aint never have shit now I'm extra Plugged
So whenever I get a chance, show Extra love
Shawty making that ass clap threw An extra rack
I carry the team like I got an
Extra back
I carry the beam like
Star Trek in fact
They say less is more I need less than That

LaLa Make is bounce for me
Hitting switches
Mobbing with my gang
Rolling in the trenches
My dudes and dues is paid
So what they gonna say
Run it up
Haters gon hate
Run it up
Haters gon hate
Everyday is my day
Getting to the birthday cake
Finnessesing on the highway
Doing like 88
And you ain't getting no paper
No no my nigga we can't relate
Run it up
Haters gon hate
Run it up
Haters gon hate

Rollin up birthday cake
Sallie turn around got cake
She bac it up all a dat bass
She Shakin it all in my face
4 in the mornin the time
She call it a day
Benjamin's Jackson's and Washingtons
Pole on a stage
Dm for promo and booty pics
Scroll on her page
We Pulled up after midnight
Why show up so late
Guess it's a party now bae
Was I worth the wait
Peanut butter jelly w the sauce
Sweeter the taste
Now she choosin
Slidin panties
Droppin down
Buttons poppin out
Got you soakin Can't hold in
Hold up before some one walk in
And notice
Hop out the bed hop bac in how we Started
Her mama came home
Then i hid in the closet
We laughin
Cause She love the way I deposit
Sneakin out the exit
The fire escape
Not every super man
Wearin cape
This for my ladies
That callin the plays
Tell all yo niggas to
Step up the game
Gettin head in the traffic
Switching Lanes
Gettin bread on the beach
Catching planes
She aim for they head
They heart or they safe.
True players can relate
Shorty getting to birthday cake.

LaLa make is bounce for me
Hitting switches
Mobbing with my gang
Rolling in the trenches
My dudes and dues is paid
So what they gonna Say
Run it up
Haters gon hate
Run it up
Haters Gon hate
Everyday is my day
Getting to the birthday cake
Finnessesing on the highway
Doing like 88
And you ain't getting no paper
No no my nigga
We can't Relate
Run it up
Haters gon hate
Run it up
Haters gon hate



Credits
Writer(s): Oren Major
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