Run It ft. Yungguappy Lyrics

(yeah)

(yeah, yeah, yeah)

(yeah)

(yeah, yeah, yeah)

(aye, go and get, aye)

(we gon' get)

I'm in Balenci from head to toe (toe)

You gotta fuck with me or you gon' fold (fold)

I take ya bitch and snatch her soul

Like R.I.P. this hoe (R.I.P this hoe)

I'm smokin' weed in this club, might pop a x, but I don't really know

And I spent 500 on these clothes, that's fosho bitch (that's fosho)

Fuck it, we goin' up like party on a sunday

2.23's gon' hit his head if he lookin' the wrong way

In New York for fashion week yeah, my fit could walk the runway

I'm with Yungguappy and we get all the money (we get all the money)

He ain't got no racks fosho, but my money stand tall

Yeah, SRT my car (car)

I ain't give a fuck what a hoe say, I knew I was a star (knew I was a star)

I'ma go for broke, I put Dolce on her bra, I'm livin' large

Expensive taste, expensive ways, I like to blow the money that I make

I ain't doin' no show if I ain't getting paid (that fosho)

AMG parked in the driveway (driveway)

I like to do shit my way (my way)

He ain't never shot no gun, that's why he hold it sideways (that's why he old it sideways)

That's why he hold sideways (uh-huh)

Take his fye bitch bring her my way (oh)

Rapping that shit in the stu, eating that food lil n**** that's my gang (let's go)

Wake up and go get that breesh you know that

Fucking the groupie every week you know that

N***** be watching want to take my swag take my flow back

Running up all the way, guap on the fast going track (woah, woah)

Want to do a song tell that boy that he wack (woah, woah)

Love me a freak, I'm cracking her back (oh yeah)

she tap for real

high in the sky I'm smack for real

packing it up like it's packs for real

all of you n***** is lame for real (uh-huh)

shawty know guappy the goat for real

I'm in Balenci from head to toe (toe)

You gotta fuck with me or you gon' fold (fold)

I take ya bitch and snatch her soul

Like R.I.P. this hoe (R.I.P this hoe)

I'm smokin' weed in this club, might pop a x, but I don't really know

And I spent 500 on these clothes, that's fosho bitch (that's fosho)

Fuck it, we goin' up like party on a sunday

2.23's gon' hit his head if he lookin' the wrong way

In New York for fashion week yeah, my fit could walk the runway

I'm with Yungguappy and we get all the money (we get all the money)