Run It Up

Run up the bag count it up
(Run it)
Run up the bag count it up
(Run it)
Run up the bag count it up
(Run it)
Run up the bag count it up
(Run it)
Run up the bag count it up
(Run it)
Run up the bag count it up
(Run it)
Run up the bag count it up
(Run it)
Run up the bag count it up
(Run it)
Run up the bag count it up
Drop em toe tag add em up
She is a skag had enough
Got all that ki i power up
Hop in the whip push the button
Roll up a j now im sluggin
Come from the mud straight hustlin
If i say it its done no bluffin
Bitch ima thot no cuffin
Heavy on NIPP stay stuntin
Suckin my dick no bussin
Fucked up her throat robatussin

Run up a bag or somethin
Niggas ain lag or nothin
Its easy we comin for necks we
Pullin shit like we drag gon or somethin
Like ima go snag or somethin
Count up them racks or somethin
Was trynna get an assist but ain nobody ever passed me nun

Run up the bag i count it up
Me an lavi go fuckin nuts
Run up the bag i count it up
Im in my bed countin hella bucks

Run up the bag an i count it
Play wit my niggas you found dead
Stackin my paper accountant
Pills an the LQ im drownin
Heavy on tweed im cookin
Mind ya own business ian lookin
Stay makin moves in my sweatpants
Got the will but i am legend

Run up the bag count it up
(Run it)
Run up the bag count it up
(Run it)
Run up the bag count it up
(Run it)
Run up the bag count it up
(Run it)
Run up the bag count it up
(Run it)
Run up the bag count it up
(Run it)
Run up the bag count it up
(Run it)
Run up the bag count it up
Run up the bag we count it up
That bit gone ride cuz we saddled up
Smokin on pack of oregano
Cuppin the can by a candid hoe
Purple my cup so im movin slow
Niggas gon talk cuz i move the dope
Lost one of my cousins i couldnt cope
Tears down my eyes on a salted slope
So fuck it
We count up the bag an we buck it
You like what i got come suck it
I know a blonde bit from nantucket
I ball up my fist and i chuck it
Im fuckin your bitch at Chuck E. Cheese
Lavi my name come suck me please
Allergic to bitch i fuckin sneeze
Achoo (huh)
I cage on yo bitch like a zoo (huh)
Diamonds so cold its a flu (huh)
My blood's not red bitch its blue (huh)
Don't got no heart its see thru
We pull up on you in two's
Two's, three's, maybe four
Foot on the gas an that bitch done done done hit the floor
Runnin low on bread, mask up an hit a store
I pull up on you wit 2 gun gun it hit your core like
Damn, I Vroom
I see a cop then i go zoom
Niggas is fruit of the loom
Pussy
Like travis im high in this room
(Run up the bag we count it up)