Run It Up

On some, damn
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Piece another check'll turn your collar back
Piece another check'll turn your collar back (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

Chrome Hearts on my neck, it's froze, yeah-yeah
No friends, I do this alone, yeah-yeah
Kapital jeans got the bones, yeah-yeah
Now she fell in love, won't leave me 'lone, yeah-yeah (Bitch, leave me alone)

I'ma run it up (Oh, oh, oh)
I'ma run it up (Oh, oh, oh)
I'ma run it up (Oh, oh, oh)
I'ma run it up (Oh, oh, oh)
I'ma run it up (Oh, oh, oh)
I'ma run it up (Oh, oh, oh)
I'ma run it up (Oh, oh, oh)
I'ma run it up (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

She want it from me
I know she want it from me
I know she want it from me
I know she want it
Let's go

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I bet your bitch gon' change up for a Patek (For the Patek)
Drop a Perky on her tongue, she an addict, yeah (Okay)
Everything you buy, I done had it (Let's go)
Got a big blunt filled up with my sadness (With my sadness)
She a rich bitch, double C her jacket (Her jacket)
Got a white Birkin bag, match her Tabi (Match her tabby)
I won't stop doin' fraud 'til I'm happy ('Til I'm happy, yeah)
I won't stop gettin' bands 'til I'm happy (Happy, happy)
I won't stop doin' drugs 'til I'm happy (Oh-oh)
When she hop up in the Wraith, she call me daddy (Let's go)
When she turn around, damn, that's a fatty (That's a fatty)
Keep the Glock 'cause my trigger finger happy (Finger happy)
Let's go

I'ma run it up
I'ma run it up (Oh, oh, oh)
I'ma run it up (Oh, oh, oh)
I'ma run it up (Oh, oh, oh)
I'ma run it up (Oh, oh, oh)
I'ma run it up (Oh, oh, oh)
I'ma run it up (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)



Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Vidal, Clifford E Owuor, Gavin Weiland
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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