Текст песни RUN IT UP - Rush Kanaan feat. Vilda-Ky

Count it up
Run it up
Bag it up
Fuck it up

All of my flows go insane
Just got done banging my main
She said my side chick on the way
I love how we in the same lane
I coached her way in the game
Now she put your name to shame
And she'll do it again
Again and again
So sorry to say
That your raps were lame
Count it up
I cannot get enough
This for the niggas that
Show me love
All the bitches
That give me hugs
When I'm drunk as fuck
Falling out the club
Like
Oooooooh shit
I'm to lit
I'm way to lit
Vilda-Ky
Young Smooth

Count it up
Run it up
Bag it up
Fuck Shit up

Count it up
Run it up
Bag it up
Fuck Shit up

My price
Is right
My bitch
Fit tight
Bye bye good night
Get lit
Get right
I remember back when we were just trappin
All these fake bitches out here just cappin
If you know me you'll Never catch me lacking
Pass-it
Sitting on the blunt might be a closed casket
Big facts and
Got the racks in
See me coming up and i'm running through the masses
Flashes
If she is ratchet I pass it
I might need a straight jacket
I'm my own assassin
My beats a classic
Only Seeing through my glasses
Set fire to this beat turn burn it down into ashes