Текст песни Run It Up - YSN Flow

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