Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Run It Up, artist - YSN Flow. Album song Flow $ZN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Run It Up |
| Sool Got Hits, ooh |
| Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, oh |
| L462 Gang |
| Ayy, ayy |
| Hit that track, to the sack, I’ma run it up |
| They gon' copy my swag when I’m comin' up |
| Can’t go out like no bitch, I ain’t dumb enough |
| New Amiris, with Benjis, I stuff 'em up |
| Brand new Patek, put some shine on my wrist |
| All my diamonds gon' hit, I rock VV’s |
| Brand new chopper, and this bitch came with a coolant kit |
| I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em |
| Just the beginning, I know I’ma shake somethin' |
| I’m a young nigga, but don’t play nothin' |
| You hit my blunt, probably think that I laced somethin' |
| Don’t talk to no police, I got too much money |
| I hit up my lawyer, it’s case closed |
| I would say I want a milli', but made those |
| Feel like El Chapo, got niggas in Mexico who be shippin' me them pesos |
| Too lazy to fuck the bitch, I want some neck |
| Got a Xan' and some Act' in my Faygo |
| Told my bitch that I’m loyal, I gotta be faithful |
| Can’t talk to no groupies, she hate, though |
| I was down on my ass and they showed they true colors |
| I bet they come back for a plate, though |
| I ain’t dumb, you can’t eat off my plate, no |
| They only came back 'cause a young nigga ran it up |
| Hit that track, to the sack, I’ma run it up |
| They gon' copy my swag when I’m comin' up |
| Can’t go out like no bitch, I ain’t dumb enough |
| New Amiris, with Benjis, I stuff 'em up |
| Brand new Patek, put some shine on my wrist |
| All my diamonds gon' hit, I rock VV’s |
| Brand new chopper, and this bitch came with a coolant kit |
| I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em |
| Gave her the dick, now that lil' bitch, she stalk me |
| I can’t get her off me, I got her attached |
| I told that bitch she can come to my shows, put her face by my lap, |
| but she can’t get nothin' else |
| I rock Amiri, Versace, and Dolce Gabbana, that thirty clip under my belt |
| I cannot hang with no fuck nigga, you a sucker, I know if you get in that jam, |
| you gon' tell |
| Gon' go black and white |
| How can I fuck on a bitch if the bitch is not white? |
| I like 'em white, that’s my type |
| She give me face-time like some Skype |
| Like my bitches light-skinned too |
| I brung a gun, but I’m fightin' you too |
| I hate reminiscing, I’m still fightin' through |
| Brung a pound on the private, I’m flyin it through |
| I kick back with my brothers, they fly in it too |
| Hit that track, to the sack, I’ma run it up |
| They gon' copy my swag when I’m comin' up |
| Can’t go out like no bitch, I ain’t dumb enough |
| New Amiris, with Benjis, I stuff 'em up |
| Brand new Patek, put some shine on my wrist |
| All my diamonds gon' hit, I rock VV’s |
| Brand new chopper, and this bitch came with a coolant kit |
| I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em |
| My chopper gon' heat 'em |
| If I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em |
| My brother gon' beat 'em |
| Remember them boys, they didn’t wanna see me |
| Now they buyin' my CD |
| I remember my brothers on go, now I’m eating |