Run It Up (Intro)
Yeah I run it up
Run it up run it up run it up
These bitches so lame man I swear
Aye what aye what
Lil bitch yeah I see you talking shit
I heard it all
Threw your motherfuckin lips
Too bad you a lame
You really ain't shit
Dumb ass hoe I don't speak your language
Uh I ain't your boo you mistaken
I don't miss cause my shots they be aimin
Aye you a broke ass bitch
Swear I can't hang with can't hang with
My boys yeah we empty out the clips
Eatin all you bitches like some motherfuckin chips
See a op fuck 12 imma have to split
I ain't 21 savage but I'm fuckin on your bitch
Aye then I dip dip dip
After she want a kiss kiss kiss
I ain't your girlfriend
I'm just tryna hit all these bitches they want a kiss
Aye aye my flow is so hot
Ah I drip when I fuckin walk
Aye I got your bitch in shock
I'm sipping vodka that's that ciroc
Ah yeah I fuckin run it up
Fuck 12 cause I ain't never caught
I keep my guard on watch on watch
Gettin money on and off the clock
I lit the club up bright call it christmas tree
Makin bitches so sick they need quarentine
So if you a ratchet lil bitch then own it
You twerk that ass like you ain't got no opponent
I'm writing checks like a poet
Vvs shine so bright I'm losing focus
She losing focus
I'm losing focus
Yeah that money my motive
Run it up run it up run it up
These bitches so lame man I swear
Aye what aye what
Lil bitch yeah I see you talking shit
I heard it all
Threw your motherfuckin lips
Too bad you a lame
You really ain't shit
Dumb ass hoe I don't speak your language
Uh I ain't your boo you mistaken
I don't miss cause my shots they be aimin
Aye you a broke ass bitch
Swear I can't hang with can't hang with
My boys yeah we empty out the clips
Eatin all you bitches like some motherfuckin chips
See a op fuck 12 imma have to split
I ain't 21 savage but I'm fuckin on your bitch
Aye then I dip dip dip
After she want a kiss kiss kiss
I ain't your girlfriend
I'm just tryna hit all these bitches they want a kiss
Aye aye my flow is so hot
Ah I drip when I fuckin walk
Aye I got your bitch in shock
I'm sipping vodka that's that ciroc
Ah yeah I fuckin run it up
Fuck 12 cause I ain't never caught
I keep my guard on watch on watch
Gettin money on and off the clock
I lit the club up bright call it christmas tree
Makin bitches so sick they need quarentine
So if you a ratchet lil bitch then own it
You twerk that ass like you ain't got no opponent
I'm writing checks like a poet
Vvs shine so bright I'm losing focus
She losing focus
I'm losing focus
Yeah that money my motive
Credits
Writer(s): Mallory Legg
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