Run It Up ft. 2unxque Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Yeah,
Yeah, yeah
We got the brand new chains
We had to cop no brain
Jumpin' off stage, we rage
She love to touch my braids
She wanna do lotta things
I cannot miss on the text
Sometimes we do it for flex, yeah
Sometimes we do it for net, yeah
Your worth is less than a Tesla
Your bitch is about to neck ya
We run it up, wrap it up, pack it up, stack it up
All that from the first day since
They foldin', they turnin' on you in the process
They don't how much hard it gets
I pray to the God, he's the one I can trust
So I confess him all of my sins
I'm chasin' the bag to fuck up all the limits
To see the world through prada lens
I'm gonna cut your waves
Wavy all inside my veins
I cannot rest, still stressed
Sippin' on wock, no test
Passin' the cup, we next
Throwin' them bags 'cause we fresh
I'm bout to jump outta scene into moshpit
She's gonna like it, she's got lotta ass
She bout to throw it and I'm gonna watch it
I'm goin up then she's starting to dance, yeah, yeah
Pick it up, pick it up, landed in France, yeah, yeah
I bought her Gucci, I bought her Chanel
I'm gonna fly her and do it again
If I'm feelin' anxious I'm poppin' xan
I'm bout to drown myself in my soda can
You cannot tell me what can I and can't, yeah
Yeah, we on some shit, that's our type
Got mad numbers on my account
This shit bigger than whole your life
Sometimes I feel undefeated
They all wish me I succeded
'Preciate, but don't need it
Think I'm just gonna go rollin' with it
We got the brand new chains
We had to cop no brain
Jumpin' off stage, we rage
She love to touch my braids
She wanna do lotta things
I cannot miss on the text
Sometimes we do it for flex, yeah
Sometimes we do it for net, yeah
Your worth is less than a Tesla
Your bitch is about to neck ya
We run it up, wrap it up, pack it up, stack it up
All that from the first day since
They foldin', they turnin' on you in the process
They don't how much hard it gets
I pray to the God, he's the one I can trust
So I confess him all of my sins
I'm chasin' the bag to fuck up all the limits
To see the world through prada lens
Yeah
I just copped cartier lens today, yeah (ah)
We run it up, we keep it tucked
Choppa 'bove your head, okay, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up in L.A., yeah
Double cup, I pour it up, I hit up my a bay bay
Ha, ha, carat for the funds
I'm in Cabo havin' fun
No locations, gotta run, yeah
Pop a tesla, we gon' stun
Charger 0 to 60 to one second
Follow my gang, we goin' medics
Run it up folks, we're goin' platinums
Yeaaah, yeah
Pull with the gang
Haters to stay
Countin' racks
Ridin' a tank
A million a day
Left it in bank, yeah
We got the brand new chains
We had to cop no brain
Jumpin' off stage, we rage
She love to touch my braids
She wanna do lotta things
I cannot miss on the text
Sometimes we do it for flex, yeah
Sometimes we do it for net, yeah
Your worth is less than a Tesla
Your bitch is about to neck ya
We run it up, wrap it up, pack it up, stack it up
All that from the first day since
They foldin', they turnin' on you in the process
They don't how much hard it gets
I pray to the God, he's the one I can trust
So I confess him all of my sins
I'm chasin' the bag to fuck up all the limits,
To see the world through prada lens