RUN IT UP Lyrics

I just wanna be a winner

Do what it takes just to get there

Comin for the top

So don't get comfy if u sit there

Shoutout to the ones who hate me

All you do is motivate me

Don't u underestimate me

U gon be mad when I'm mainstream

Run it up run it up run it up get to the bag

No one gon stop me I'm never gon lack

Did a 180 when u hear my song

Don't tell me that u motherfuckers can rap

All that I hear is some birds chitty chat

Go get ya ho she all up on my jack

She addicted higher on me than some crack

Making her sing put this bitch on a track

Orange moncleezy all up on my body

None of u pussy motherfuckers gon stop me

Im in the game and ball like atari

Spin thru ya block I don't say sorry

U ain't gon ride then u won't be around me

Where would any of u hoes be without me

Spit a verse then like 3000 im audi

Then I go ghost on the green bitch I'm drowsy

Drowsy

Run it up run it up

Pockets as full as my double cup

Hop in the Stu and we fuck it up

She in Beamer I hop in a Bentley truck

U wanna know why she wanna fuck wit us

Cuz she know I give her what she wants

She said slow down we ain't in a rush

I gotta get to the bag I ain't given up

U gettin low when I switch up the flows

U stay low when I hop out the rov

6 b's I want tryna feel like I'm hov

I can't sleep unless I get some dome

Josh g comin thru

Do do do do

Red light green light I shake the room

I'm on the scene like bitch what's the moves

Killing the game and I don't know the rules

I just been killing shit

Running up dividends

Don't play the middle man

Might have to kill a man

Amiri down when I hop out a sprinter van

Peter Pan taking ya bitch down to neverland

Wesson on me and u know that bitch never jam

I gotta up it i up it I make it blam

100 racks on me 100 rounds up with Stan

Power on me this verse turn me to superman

Spin like the ceiling fan

We is not hearing that

All I hear screaming fans

Above the beat

call me a gentleman

Sneaky like slender man

I up the pole

And I turn up the heat

Death is the only thing that come for free

Grind till I die my dogs gotta eat

I sleep good countin breesh in my sleep

U know me I got tricks up my sleeve

We dropping at 12 but I won't drop the ball

Don't run to 12 all I need is one call

Last one to tell went like leaves in the fall

Don't leave a shell or u will not get far

Stop playin wit me your songs are outdated

I cash a check and fly private to Vegas

One thing I don't got is motherfuckin patience

Fiend pharmacy I got all of the patients

Never get caught up

Too smart for the feds

She move like a cop get left on read

Fools keep sleeping I put 'em to bed

They gon wake up once they hear what I said

Run it up run it up

Pockets as full as my double cup

Hop in the Stu and we fuck it up

She in Beamer I hop in a Bentley truck

U wanna know why she wanna fuck wit us

Cuz she know I give her what she wants

She said slow down we ain't in a rush

I gotta get to the bag I ain't given up