Run Up

Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Just bring me a pack of Backwoods and a slushy, pew! Aight, uh, brr! Uh, uh [Verse 1] Ayy, my Wraith look like a snowball (Aw), chopper take your nose off (Take your nose off) Huh, ayy, piece this clip, throw, ain't shot no slingshots Ayy, all I do is go hard, pull up in a sports car (Spssh!) Huh, ayy, this is Louis Vuitton, this not no bull yard Cold like Minnesota, (Soda) I give her Coca-Cola (Coca-Cola) Huh, ayy, I fly your bitch out, she sent you a postcard (Brr!), huh Huffy huffy, huffy, and I puffy My bitch feel like buffy and she ride me like a Huffy Ah, wicked rich, uh, be back in a jiffy, huh Oh, wicked, wicked, huh, told her, "need my wicky", oh my god Aw, don't get tricked, uh, trigger finger itchy, huh Watch, smokin' piffy, huh, this is sticky-icky, uh Uh, winner winner, (Winner) winner chicken dinner (A chicken dinner) Uh, I pull up in that Caddy with the spinner Stop, did she just roll up a swisher? (Bitch, she did!) Someone get this bitch outta my spinner (Out my spinner) [Pre-Drop] Uh, uh, uh, right now Uh, uh, uh, right now Uh, uh, uh, right now Motherfuckers wanna run up on the— [Drop] Fuckers (Fuckers wanna—) Motherfuckers (Fuckers wanna—) Fuckers Motherfuckers (Mo-mo-mother-motherfuckers wanna run up on the—) (Uh) [Post-Drop] Uh, uh, uh, right now Uh, uh, uh, right now Uh, uh, uh, right now Motherfuckers-fuckers-fuckers wanna— (Grrrah!) [Hook] Take a shot, motherfucker (Fuckers wanna—) Bitch, I need that click (Fuckers wanna—) Take a shot, motherfucker (Fuckers wanna—) Bitch, I need that click (Mo-mo-mother-motherfuckers wanna run up on the—) [Verse 2] Motherfuckers wanna run up the block, ayy I just tell 'em niggas I've been runnin' up guap And my Phantom way too big to fit in this parking spot Ayy, I guess I'm gonna have to buy the whole parking lot, ah Ayo, Slush, drop the track I'm about to give these niggas a heart attack I'ma get that strap and run 'em in the back Tell the bank teller, "I want all of that" What you know about fifty karat? Yeah Blow a loud pack while we packed up in the Pontiac Ayy, matter of fact, white walls in the Cadillac Drive-by by the laundromat, right now [Pre-Drop] Uh, uh, uh, right now Uh, uh, uh, right now Uh, uh, uh, right now Motherfuckers wanna run up on the— [Drop] Fuckers (Fuckers wanna—) Motherfuckers (Fuckers wanna—) Fuckers (Right now) Motherfuckers (Right now) (Mo-mo-mother-motherfuckers wanna run up on the—) Right now
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Credits
- Writers
- Carbin
- Slushii
- SKYXXX