Run It Up

-hookx2
Uh! I get a check and I fuck it up
She give me neck and she fuck it up
Come through this bitch and I fuck it up
She do the splits and she fuck it up
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa now Run It Up
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Ok!
Here I, here I, here I, here I goooo!
Niggas love to hate when you win some
I need everything and then some
Whip the Benz up
Fuck yo bitch and make her friends cum
Where you been huh?
Young Trapladdin
I just need a dirty Jasmine
Like ooooooooh
They been studying my mooooves
Niggas love to hate on me
I tell grandma to pray for me
I play COD in my white hoodie
Put the K K K on em like ahhh!
-hookx2
Bow yo head…
Everybody eating so we pray over the bread
Lord don’t let em push me cuz I stay over the ledge
All that hatin is a sin
Don’t you let them demons in amen!
I stay up
Too many chains, I can’t tuck
I was down and out but I bounced back
And through it off the glass
We don’t lay up
They say ain’t no I in team
But keep one open when you sleep
Ain’t nobody help me ball
Bitch I throw alley oops to me like
Sometimes you just gotta flex for em
Gotta throw the Cuban on the neck for em
And that ain’t fair
But I don’t care
Ima muhfucking Detroit millionaire, yeah!
-hookx2