Run It Up
Welcome to first class
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
I don't got no worries, I got cheddar now
Ooh, I just popped an E, I'm feeling better now
Running through these trees, yeah, we cop 'em by the pound
Uh, you ain't get a flip, I can't have your ass around
Yeah, it's up (uh, uh)
Yeah, it's up, uh
Yeah, I had to trade that bitch, I don't give no fucks (give no fucks, yeah)
Yeah, ran up that sack, I got my bucks, okay (got my bucks, yeah)
I could teach you how to run it up, okay (run it up, yeah)
We gon' send you up
Uh, bitch, I'm going up
And that's why she wanna fuck
If I call my shooters, you gon' see a lot of blood
See a lot of that, you gon' see a lot of slugs
Fucking on this ho, man, it was what it was
Treat you like some nic', bitch, you only give me buzz
Uh, when I'm rocking Rick, I get all type of love
Said that she in love, she on all type of drugs, yeah, yeah
I don't got no worries, I got cheddar now
Ooh, I just popped an E, I'm feeling better now
Running through these trees, yeah, we cop 'em by the pound
Uh, you ain't get a flip, I can't have your ass around
Yeah, it's up (uh, uh)
Yeah, it's up, uh
Yeah, I had to trade that bitch, I don't give no fucks (give no fucks, yeah)
Yeah, ran up that sack, I got my bucks, okay (got my bucks, yeah)
I could teach you how to run it up, okay (run it up, yeah)
Tropicana worth two hundred, bezel, love to stunt it
Uh, I ain't playing with a stain, you want it, I might stun you
Yeah, I just unsealed the good pack, it's like onions
Shed a tear, send another 'Wood back and it's busting
Oh, we just ran it up, fell in love chasing racks
Baby, I'm not the one, I don't want to change your mind
Have your discussions, doing me so fluently
Come enjoy the luxuries, easily could change your vibe, like
I don't got no worries, I got cheddar now
Ooh, I just popped an E, I'm feeling better now
Running through these trees, yeah, we cop 'em by the pound
Uh, you ain't get a flip, I can't have your ass around
Yeah, it's up (up)
Yeah, it's up
Yeah, I had to trade that bitch, I don't give no fucks
Yeah, ran up that sack, I got my bucks, okay (got my bucks, yeah)
I could teach you how to run it up, okay (run it up, yeah)
Run it up, yeah, yeah
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
I don't got no worries, I got cheddar now
Ooh, I just popped an E, I'm feeling better now
Running through these trees, yeah, we cop 'em by the pound
Uh, you ain't get a flip, I can't have your ass around
Yeah, it's up (uh, uh)
Yeah, it's up, uh
Yeah, I had to trade that bitch, I don't give no fucks (give no fucks, yeah)
Yeah, ran up that sack, I got my bucks, okay (got my bucks, yeah)
I could teach you how to run it up, okay (run it up, yeah)
We gon' send you up
Uh, bitch, I'm going up
And that's why she wanna fuck
If I call my shooters, you gon' see a lot of blood
See a lot of that, you gon' see a lot of slugs
Fucking on this ho, man, it was what it was
Treat you like some nic', bitch, you only give me buzz
Uh, when I'm rocking Rick, I get all type of love
Said that she in love, she on all type of drugs, yeah, yeah
I don't got no worries, I got cheddar now
Ooh, I just popped an E, I'm feeling better now
Running through these trees, yeah, we cop 'em by the pound
Uh, you ain't get a flip, I can't have your ass around
Yeah, it's up (uh, uh)
Yeah, it's up, uh
Yeah, I had to trade that bitch, I don't give no fucks (give no fucks, yeah)
Yeah, ran up that sack, I got my bucks, okay (got my bucks, yeah)
I could teach you how to run it up, okay (run it up, yeah)
Tropicana worth two hundred, bezel, love to stunt it
Uh, I ain't playing with a stain, you want it, I might stun you
Yeah, I just unsealed the good pack, it's like onions
Shed a tear, send another 'Wood back and it's busting
Oh, we just ran it up, fell in love chasing racks
Baby, I'm not the one, I don't want to change your mind
Have your discussions, doing me so fluently
Come enjoy the luxuries, easily could change your vibe, like
I don't got no worries, I got cheddar now
Ooh, I just popped an E, I'm feeling better now
Running through these trees, yeah, we cop 'em by the pound
Uh, you ain't get a flip, I can't have your ass around
Yeah, it's up (up)
Yeah, it's up
Yeah, I had to trade that bitch, I don't give no fucks
Yeah, ran up that sack, I got my bucks, okay (got my bucks, yeah)
I could teach you how to run it up, okay (run it up, yeah)
Run it up, yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Lasse Kramhoft, Benjamin Lasnier, Julius Roosevelt Terrell, Khaleel Griffin, Andre Dontrel Burt
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