Run it up!

 

I Got Hits, ooh

(Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, oh)

 

Ayy, ayy

Hit that rack, to the back, I'ma run it up

They always copy my swag when I'm comin' up

Can't go out like no nigga, I ain't dumb enough

New gucci, with Benjis, I stuff 'em up

 

Brand new Watch, put some gold on my wrist

My diamonds gon' hit, I rock VV's

Brand new chopper, and this bitch came with a Kool-Aid pack

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

 

 

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

I'm a young bitch, but i don't play nothin'

You hit my blunt, probably think that I raped 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', i make them

Feel like El Chapo, got hoes in Mexico

Who be shippin' me them pesos

 

Too lazy to fuck that bitch, I want some neck

Got a Xan' and some Act' in my Faygo

Told my bitch that I'm loyal, you 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 rack, to the back, I'ma run it up

They always copy my swag when I'm comin' up

Can't go out like no nigga, I ain't dumb enough

New gucci, with Benjis, I stuff 'em up

 

Brand new Watch, put some gold on my wrist

My diamonds gon' hit, I rock VV's

Brand new chopper, and this bitch came with a Kool-Aid pack

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

 

 

Gave her my 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 house

Put her face by my lap, but she won't get nothin' else

 

I rock Gucci, Dior

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 aint white?

I like 'em white, that's my type

She give me face-time like discord

 

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 rack, to the back, I'ma run it up

They always copy my swag when I'm comin' up

Can't go out like no nigga, I ain't dumb enough

New gucci, with Benjis, I stuff 'em up

 

Brand new Watch, put some gold on my wrist

My diamonds gon' hit, I rock VV's

Brand new chopper, and this bitch came with a Kool-Aid pack

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