Run It Up
Mayze on this shit
Oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
(Shottytoobusy right up in this shit)
Yeah, Yeah
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
(Mayze just cooked up a goddamn hit)
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
We gon run this bitch up
We gon turn this shit up, yuh
They be stealing sauce
Stay up in your lane
Just roll that backie up
Someone pass the flame
She in that bih
Tryna get like T'd up on sum
Yeah
She pour the Tito's
She getting white girl wasted
For what?
Oh
And the backwood
Getting stuffed with the runts
Feeling like I'm on the moon
Tweaked on a line
She tweaked on a deuce
Tweaked on the act
She tweaked on the juice
She throw it back in an Audi coupe
I'm Mr. Racks
Like "How you doin'?"
I do not know
Like what they be on
I'm doing me
Give a fuck what they thank
SV the Range
Pull up like a tank
Pull up we sparking it
I know they hearing the stank
200 racks put it right in the bank
Opp put a red dot on
And he still don't got aim
That bitch on my dick
Finna give me that brain, brain
Don't matter what the fuck you say
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
We gon run this bitch up
We gon turn this shit up, yuh
They be stealing sauce
Stay up in your lane
Just roll that backie up
Someone pass the flame
I just pour that act
I pour that wok
Don't pour that triss
To get me lit
This bitch be
On my fucking cock
She on my jack
She on my dick
She knowin' it's us
Cause we in that
Matte black Scatpack
We tinted the whip
She wanna come over
She wanna get crazy
She wanna give top
She give me that spits
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a shit
He pussy as fuck
He move like a lick
I'm stayin' lit
Like I came with a Bic and a blick
We tearing it down, oh yeah
I'm going in
Put in rounds, oh yeah
We tear it
We run through the town, oh yeah
These boys are my kids
These boys are my seed
These boys are my sons
These boys are my spawn
I'm rocking designer
Balenci
That Fendi
That Prada
Designer come straight from Milan
Walk in the store
I be buying whatever I like
I'm buying whatever I want
My brodi jus came with a fye
With a stick
With a blick
He watching right what you be on
I can't fuck with rats
I stay moving tac
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
We gon run this bitch up
We gon turn this shit up, yuh
They be stealing sauce
Stay up in your lane
Just roll that backie up
Someone pass the flame
Yuh
Yuh Yuh
Shottytoobusy right up in this shit
Oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
(Shottytoobusy right up in this shit)
Yeah, Yeah
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
(Mayze just cooked up a goddamn hit)
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
We gon run this bitch up
We gon turn this shit up, yuh
They be stealing sauce
Stay up in your lane
Just roll that backie up
Someone pass the flame
She in that bih
Tryna get like T'd up on sum
Yeah
She pour the Tito's
She getting white girl wasted
For what?
Oh
And the backwood
Getting stuffed with the runts
Feeling like I'm on the moon
Tweaked on a line
She tweaked on a deuce
Tweaked on the act
She tweaked on the juice
She throw it back in an Audi coupe
I'm Mr. Racks
Like "How you doin'?"
I do not know
Like what they be on
I'm doing me
Give a fuck what they thank
SV the Range
Pull up like a tank
Pull up we sparking it
I know they hearing the stank
200 racks put it right in the bank
Opp put a red dot on
And he still don't got aim
That bitch on my dick
Finna give me that brain, brain
Don't matter what the fuck you say
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
We gon run this bitch up
We gon turn this shit up, yuh
They be stealing sauce
Stay up in your lane
Just roll that backie up
Someone pass the flame
I just pour that act
I pour that wok
Don't pour that triss
To get me lit
This bitch be
On my fucking cock
She on my jack
She on my dick
She knowin' it's us
Cause we in that
Matte black Scatpack
We tinted the whip
She wanna come over
She wanna get crazy
She wanna give top
She give me that spits
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a shit
He pussy as fuck
He move like a lick
I'm stayin' lit
Like I came with a Bic and a blick
We tearing it down, oh yeah
I'm going in
Put in rounds, oh yeah
We tear it
We run through the town, oh yeah
These boys are my kids
These boys are my seed
These boys are my sons
These boys are my spawn
I'm rocking designer
Balenci
That Fendi
That Prada
Designer come straight from Milan
Walk in the store
I be buying whatever I like
I'm buying whatever I want
My brodi jus came with a fye
With a stick
With a blick
He watching right what you be on
I can't fuck with rats
I stay moving tac
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
We gon run this bitch up
We gon turn this shit up, yuh
They be stealing sauce
Stay up in your lane
Just roll that backie up
Someone pass the flame
Yuh
Yuh Yuh
Shottytoobusy right up in this shit
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Writer(s): Daniel Segal
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