Run It Up

Run it up
I get the bag and they tryna stop it up
Burn it up
I got the OG in the trunk so we turnin up
Droppin mud
I po'd up a four but we still got the syrup up
Fuck it up
I'm droppin a bag but we still got our serves up

Ooh run it up get me a big bag
I fuck on that bitch and you can have her back
Big bags
I run wit that sack like a running back
Uhh
Po up tha lean now I'm drowsy
Back to back Dutches in the whip it's cloudy
Serve him four o's then I'm Audi
Skirt skirt beep
Is that Draco?
You a broke boy I can't front you
Matter fact nigga I can't even fuck wit you
Get ya bag up nigga
You worried bout followers I need some dollars
And that's sad lil nigga
Yo bitch wanna fuck wit us etiquette proper
Can't go out bad lil nigga
I serve a junky for I run outta dollars

Run it up
I get the bag and they tryna stop it up
Burn it up
I got the OG in the trunk so we turnin up
Droppin mud
I po'd up a four but we still got the syrup up
Fuck it up
I'm droppin a bag but we still got our serves up



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Writer(s): Michael Guerich
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