Run Up Lyrics

Run up this bag, run up this stick

This shit went blast, not hitting bricks

Run up my bag, just hit a lick

We got your bae, she suck this dick

Run up and then crash, we out this shit

Hunnid the dash, we up this shit

Say you a op, then up that stick

Pump at your dome, then fuck your bitch

We run up, then we take what we gotta

We got the double cups, we sipping like this shit nada

It's Prada, through my shades, it's all up

My dollars, all getting count up

Stacking my money, this shit looking funny

Oh yes I'm the Prophet, so there is no running

I'm turning around and just hitting her tummy

Cannot stop laughing, cause all these girls want me

Can't give my number, cause that shit too corny

She hitting my phone, like 3 in the morning

Saying please, come over I'm horny

Said maybe, but that shit just too boring

I'll take your bitch, and do what I wanna

She front at my show, and just toss me a dollar

That shit had her number, and asking to call her

I'll do what I wanna, and then ima block her

How does it feel to be in last place

I'm running this shit up, just like it's a race

I'm spraying this shit, just like it's mace

But, I am a god, and you're a disgrace

Run up this bag, run up this stick

This shit went blast, not hitting bricks

Run up my bag, just hit a lick

We got your bae, she suck this dick

Run up and then crash, we out this shit

Hunnid the dash, we up this shit

Say you a op, then up that stick

Pump at your dome, then fuck your bitch

We run up, then we take what we gotta

We got the double cups, we sipping like this shit nada

It's Prada, through my shades, it's all up

My dollars, all getting count up

Stacking my money, this shit looking funny

Oh yes I'm the Prophet, so there is no running

I'm turning around and just hitting her tummy

Cannot stop laughing, cause all these girls want me

Can't give my number, cause that shit too corny

She hitting my phone, like 3 in the morning

Saying please, come over I'm horny

Said maybe, but that shit just too boring

I'll take your bitch, and do what I wanna

She front at my show, and just toss me a dollar

That shit had her number, and asking to call her

I'll do what I wanna, and then ima block her

How does it feel to be in last place

I'm running this shit up, just like it's a race

I'm spraying this shit, just like it's mace

But, I am a god, and you're a disgrace

We run up, then we take what we gotta

We got the double cups, we sipping like this shit nada

It's Prada, through my shades, it's all up

My dollars, all getting count up