Run It Up ft. 2unxque Lyrics

Yeah,

Yeah, yeah

We got the brand new chains

We had to cop no brain

Jumpin' off stage, we rage

She love to touch my braids

She wanna do lotta things

I cannot miss on the text

Sometimes we do it for flex, yeah

Sometimes we do it for net, yeah

Your worth is less than a Tesla

Your bitch is about to neck ya

We run it up, wrap it up, pack it up, stack it up

All that from the first day since

They foldin', they turnin' on you in the process

They don't how much hard it gets

I pray to the God, he's the one I can trust

So I confess him all of my sins

I'm chasin' the bag to fuck up all the limits

To see the world through prada lens

I'm gonna cut your waves

Wavy all inside my veins

I cannot rest, still stressed

Sippin' on wock, no test

Passin' the cup, we next

Throwin' them bags 'cause we fresh

I'm bout to jump outta scene into moshpit

She's gonna like it, she's got lotta ass

She bout to throw it and I'm gonna watch it

I'm goin up then she's starting to dance, yeah, yeah

Pick it up, pick it up, landed in France, yeah, yeah

I bought her Gucci, I bought her Chanel

I'm gonna fly her and do it again

If I'm feelin' anxious I'm poppin' xan

I'm bout to drown myself in my soda can

You cannot tell me what can I and can't, yeah

Yeah, we on some shit, that's our type

Got mad numbers on my account

This shit bigger than whole your life

Sometimes I feel undefeated

They all wish me I succeded

'Preciate, but don't need it

Think I'm just gonna go rollin' with it

We got the brand new chains

We had to cop no brain

Jumpin' off stage, we rage

She love to touch my braids

She wanna do lotta things

I cannot miss on the text

Sometimes we do it for flex, yeah

Sometimes we do it for net, yeah

Your worth is less than a Tesla

Your bitch is about to neck ya

We run it up, wrap it up, pack it up, stack it up

All that from the first day since

They foldin', they turnin' on you in the process

They don't how much hard it gets

I pray to the God, he's the one I can trust

So I confess him all of my sins

I'm chasin' the bag to fuck up all the limits

To see the world through prada lens

Yeah

I just copped cartier lens today, yeah (ah)

We run it up, we keep it tucked

Choppa 'bove your head, okay, yeah

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up in L.A., yeah

Double cup, I pour it up, I hit up my a bay bay

Ha, ha, carat for the funds

I'm in Cabo havin' fun

No locations, gotta run, yeah

Pop a tesla, we gon' stun

Charger 0 to 60 to one second

Follow my gang, we goin' medics

Run it up folks, we're goin' platinums

Yeaaah, yeah

Pull with the gang

Haters to stay

Countin' racks

Ridin' a tank

A million a day

Left it in bank, yeah

We got the brand new chains

We had to cop no brain

Jumpin' off stage, we rage

She love to touch my braids

She wanna do lotta things

I cannot miss on the text

Sometimes we do it for flex, yeah

Sometimes we do it for net, yeah

Your worth is less than a Tesla

Your bitch is about to neck ya

We run it up, wrap it up, pack it up, stack it up

All that from the first day since

They foldin', they turnin' on you in the process

They don't how much hard it gets

I pray to the God, he's the one I can trust

So I confess him all of my sins

I'm chasin' the bag to fuck up all the limits,

To see the world through prada lens