Run It Up lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Icewear Vezzo]
I am (Drank God)
The greatest hustler of all time
Beep

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Icewear Vezzo]
Run it up, young n*gga, run it up (Run it up)
f*ck it up, young n*gga, f*ck it up (f*ck it up, what?)
Run it up, young n*gga, double up (Goddamnit, Dupri, double up)
Run it up to f*ck it up (f*ck it up, yeah)
Run it up to f*ck it up (f*ck it up, yeah)
Run it up to f*ck it up, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Run it up to f*ck it up (f*ck it up, yeah, Drank God)
Run it up to f*ck it up, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Got a bad lil' b*tch with an ass on her (Yeah)
Let her suck the di*k, then I smash on her (What?)
f*ck around, I'll blow a bag on her (Blow a bag)
We'll rain out this b*tch, we got bands on us, ugh
Water on my neck, this sh*t Fiji (Woo)
Two styrofoams, Lil Weezy (Lil Weezy)
Let her eat the di*k, this ho greedy (Eat it up, b*tch)
Pray for my ex-b*tch, know she need me (Gotta pray for her)
Got a boy, rich n*gga habits (Yeah)
I went to Mike, spent a brick on a Patek (Hundred K)
I been done tricked all this sh*t, I know magic (What?)
Could've shot movies, I'm equipped with that cannon, n*gga, yeah
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Run it up, young n*gga, run it up (Run it up)
f*ck it up, young n*gga, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
Run it up, young n*gga, double up (Double up)
Run it up to f*ck it up (f*ck it up, yeah)
Run it up to f*ck it up (f*ck it up, yeah)
Run it up to f*ck it up, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Run it up to f*ck it up (f*ck it up, yeah)
Run it up to f*ck it up, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
You ain't got no bands, n*gga solo (n*gga solo)
She ain't tryna f*ck, there the door go, ayy (There the door go)
Pop ten bands, I was dolo (What?)
f*ck around, threw an extra rack just for promo (For promotion)
Ocean Drive in Miami in a drop-head (Drop-head)
Whole pint of Hi-Tech got the pop red (Off drank)
Drank God, ain't a n*gga that can stop Vezz, ayy (For real)
Keep a heater on me for you hotheads
Count a hundred thousand up in hundreds (Yeah)
Halloween baby, I put ice in the pumpkin (Yeah)
Real street n*gga, wear my ice out in public (What?)
f*ck the money up, my whole life I had nothin', ugh (I was f*cked up)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Icewear Vezzo]
Run it up, young n*gga, run it up (Drank God, run it up)
f*ck it up, young n*gga, f*ck it up (f*ck it up, yeah)
Run it up, young n*gga, double up (Double up, what?)
Run it up to f*ck it up (f*ck it up, yeah)
Run it up to f*ck it up (Run it up, n*gga)
Run it up to f*ck it up, yeah, yeah (Run it up, n*gga, yeah, yeah)
Run it up to f*ck it up (f*ck it up, yeah)
Run it up to f*ck it up, yeah, yeah (Yeah)