Run It Up

Queens shit
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Watch me open up shop, grab my kicks, run it up
Heading out the back door, feds know we coming up
And they seen us in the drop, shorty 'ready know Wassup!
And we sipping straight drop, outta Dunkin' Donut cups
Dark world shit, Dunkin' Donuts
Grandma gave her script now I’m rolling
Hood nigga, still order Lo Mein'
Dressed in all black like the Omen
Call me Kanye, cause they know I’m 'bout to glow
We was in the lunch room, now we in the studio
I remember when they hated, now they picking up my flow
She was calling, wrong number cause I’m all about my dough
All this money been around me, kinda hard to let it go
Yeah I get it all on one click, I think I’m phone calling
Up top, court smith I said I been balling
Diamonds sit on front street, I think I’m Ben Baller
Flying first-class London, hitting hard, Collins
Now I’m up in north France, acting up, wilding
Friendship with the chick, and she know I’m stalling
Smoking all this gas in the whip, free-styling
Jacking on my flow then my niggas gon' be wilding
Fake niggas acting tooly, I’m dismounting
Niggas balling Tyson CR, no handle
And we lighting up this shit
We ain’t blowing no candles
Open up shop, grab my kicks, run it up
Heading out the back door, feds know we coming up
And they seen us in the drop, shorty 'ready know Wassup!
And we sipping straight drop, outta Dunkin' Donut cups
Dark world shit, Dunkin' Donuts
Grandma gave her script now I’m rolling
Hood nigga, still order Lo Mein'
Dressed in all black like the Omen
Kaizer $osai, Mona Lisa (Route, route)
One bitch say she flee, but her friend said she fleer (Topprraaa)
I know you see us
Pocket full of Franklins, but I cannot find Aretha (Hahaha)
Fleer (Route, route, route)
Yellow diamonds dancing like a cheese bus
«Captain Crunch? It can’t be»
Mask on like Mason Betha and Angie
Bought a bitch a Birkin' and a plan B (Route, route)
She from the Lower got that wet I call her Sandy
Yah, Yah, Yah
Yeah, Sandy
Knock on my door with a Mink on and no panties
Party in New York like it’s Ibiza (Route)
Top of the Foodie getting T’d up
From my head to the floor I get flee, yah
Gucci come from Italy, yah (Italy, wow)
Watch me open up shop, grab my kicks, run it up
Heading out the back door, feds know we coming up
And they seen us in the drop, shorty 'ready know Wassup!
And we sipping straight drop, outta Dunkin' Donut cups
Dark world shit, Dunkin' Donuts
Grandma gave her script now I’m rolling
Hood nigga, still order Lo Mein'
Dressed in all black like the Omen