Run It Up lyrics

[Intro]
(Sool, we got one, n*gga)
Sool Got Hits, ooh
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, oh
L462 Gang
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
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 b*tch, 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 b*tch came with a coolant kit
I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em

[Verse 1]
Just the beginning, I know I'ma shake somethin'
I'm a young n*gga, 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 n*ggas in Mexico who be shippin' me them pesos
Too lazy to f*ck the b*tch, I want some neck
Got a Xan' and some Act' in my Faygo
Told my b*tch 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 n*gga ran it up
[Chorus]
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 b*tch, 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 b*tch came with a coolant kit
I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em

[Verse 2]
Gave her the di*k, now that lil' b*tch, she stalk me
I can't get her off me, I got her attached
I told that b*tch 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 f*ck n*gga, you a sucker, I know if you get in that jam, you gon' tell
Gon' go black and white
How can I f*ck on a b*tch if the b*tch is not white?
I like 'em white, that's my type
She give me face-time like some Skype
Like my b*tches 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
[Chorus]
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 b*tch, 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 b*tch came with a coolant kit
I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em

[Outro]
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
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