RUNITUP! ft. RuziRec Lyrics

(I Love You Sellout)

(I got bands in my pocket)

(Bands in my pocket)

(Bands in my pocket)

(Bands in my pocket)

(Gang!)

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Run it up

Run it up

Run it up

Run it up

Run it up

Run it up

Run it up

Run it up

Yeah

Gucci, Prada, Louis

I'm bout to flex that shit

Ksubi's, Dollars, Truly

I'm bout to stretch that shit

I told half of these niggas that I'm in the field

But they ain't catch that shit

I'm a dog money come to me

I know you see that, Ion gotta' flex that shit

Okay, okay, okay, okay, let me calm down, bro

I'm going too dumb

(Haha)

Sike ha, Stupid, you broke

Can't take you serious, lil' bro you a joke

I ball on the court when you shoot and you choke

Shawty be lovin' when I grab on her throat

She calling me papi, she know I'm the GOAT

I'm so geeked up, I'm finna' float

I got the gas, that's for sure

I'm the main event, pop at your show

When you hit that lil' ho, she dryin' lil' dude

Look at the sky and the sky real blue

Like the bands in my pocket

Punch your eye out the socket

I got motion, like I'm poppin

Walk in saks and I'm shoppin

Gucci, Prada, Louis

I'm bout to flex that shit

Ksubi's, Dollars, Truly

I'm bout to stretch that shit

I told half of these niggas that I'm in the field

But they ain't catch that shit

I'm a dog money come to me

I know you see that, Ion gotta' flex that shit

Bands

I pass it to all of my mans

Got the zaza' all up all of my hands

Fuck on malu if I get the chance

Uh-huh, uh

Fuckin' bad hoe is a habit

I swear to God, your lil' lil' bitch is a rabbit

The way she bounce on my dick, her licks elastic

For all of my money and that is my tactic

Huh, damn

My bad bad, I didn't even mean to spaz

I just be livin', smokin' on gas

Got the cops on my motherfuckin

Got the cops on my motherfuckin' ass

Stop sendin' songs, your shit is trash

Said you want a feature, might have to tax

One little bad bitch yeah just told me she wanna fuck again, I told her let's run it back

That bitch tatted my name on her

But she kinda snowbunny like Lana Rose

That bitch get real horny when I pull out

Y'all both on my handy-dandy-lookin' pose

I know my ex-bitch, see the come up

I know she on my Insta, yeah, look in that pose

Man, it's fuck that bitch, I know that bitch is trapped

And she smell like a motherfucker burnt toast

Gucci, Prada, Louis

I'm bout to fetch that shit

Ksubi's, Dollars, Truly

I'm bout to stretch that shit

I told half of these niggas that I'm in the field

But they ain't catch that shit

I'm a dog money come to me

I know you see that

Ion gotta' flex that shit