Run It Up - YSN Flow

Sool Got Hits, ooh

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, oh

L462 Gang

Ayy, ayy

Hit that track, to the sack, I’ma run it up

They gon' copy my swag when I’m comin' up

Can’t go out like no bitch, I ain’t dumb enough

New Amiris, with Benjis, I stuff 'em up

Brand new Patek, put some shine on my wrist

All my diamonds gon' hit, I rock VV’s

Brand new chopper, and this bitch came with a coolant kit

I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em

Just the beginning, I know I’ma shake somethin'

I’m a young nigga, but don’t play nothin'

You hit my blunt, probably think that I laced somethin'

Don’t talk to no police, I got too much money

I hit up my lawyer, it’s case closed

I would say I want a milli', but made those

Feel like El Chapo, got niggas in Mexico who be shippin' me them pesos

Too lazy to fuck the bitch, I want some neck

Got a Xan' and some Act' in my Faygo

Told my bitch that I’m loyal, I gotta be faithful

Can’t talk to no groupies, she hate, though

I was down on my ass and they showed they true colors

I bet they come back for a plate, though

I ain’t dumb, you can’t eat off my plate, no

They only came back 'cause a young nigga ran it up

Hit that track, to the sack, I’ma run it up

They gon' copy my swag when I’m comin' up

Can’t go out like no bitch, I ain’t dumb enough

New Amiris, with Benjis, I stuff 'em up

Brand new Patek, put some shine on my wrist

All my diamonds gon' hit, I rock VV’s

Brand new chopper, and this bitch came with a coolant kit

I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em

Gave her the dick, now that lil' bitch, she stalk me

I can’t get her off me, I got her attached

I told that bitch she can come to my shows, put her face by my lap,

but she can’t get nothin' else

I rock Amiri, Versace, and Dolce Gabbana, that thirty clip under my belt

I cannot hang with no fuck nigga, you a sucker, I know if you get in that jam,

you gon' tell

Gon' go black and white

How can I fuck on a bitch if the bitch is not white?

I like 'em white, that’s my type

She give me face-time like some Skype

Like my bitches light-skinned too

I brung a gun, but I’m fightin' you too

I hate reminiscing, I’m still fightin' through

Brung a pound on the private, I’m flyin it through

I kick back with my brothers, they fly in it too

Hit that track, to the sack, I’ma run it up

They gon' copy my swag when I’m comin' up

Can’t go out like no bitch, I ain’t dumb enough

New Amiris, with Benjis, I stuff 'em up

Brand new Patek, put some shine on my wrist

All my diamonds gon' hit, I rock VV’s

Brand new chopper, and this bitch came with a coolant kit

I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em

My chopper gon' heat 'em

If I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em

My brother gon' beat 'em

Remember them boys, they didn’t wanna see me

Now they buyin' my CD

I remember my brothers on go, now I’m eating