Run It Up

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Icewear Vezzo]
I am (Drank God)
The greatest hustler of all time
Beep

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Icewear Vezzo]
Run it up, young nigga, run it up (Run it up)
Fuck it up, young nigga, fuck it up (Fuck it up, what?)
Run it up, young nigga, double up (Goddamnit, Dupri, double up)
Run it up to fuck it up (Fuck it up, yeah)
Run it up to fuck it up (Fuck it up, yeah)
Run it up to fuck it up, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Run it up to fuck it up (Fuck it up, yeah, Drank God)
Run it up to fuck it up, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Got a bad lil' bitch with an ass on her (Yeah)
Let her suck the dick, then I smash on her (What?)
Fuck around, I'll blow a bag on her (Blow a bag)
We'll rain out this bitch, we got bands on us, ugh
Water on my neck, this shit Fiji (Woo)
Two styrofoams, Lil Weezy (Lil Weezy)
Let her eat the dick, this ho greedy (Eat it up, bitch)
Pray for my ex-bitch, know she need me (Gotta pray for her)
Got a boy, rich nigga habits (Yeah)
I went to Mike, spent a brick on a Patek (Hundred K)
I been done tricked all this shit, I know magic (What?)
Could've shot movies, I'm equipped with that cannon, nigga, yeah

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Run it up, young nigga, run it up (Run it up)
Fuck it up, young nigga, fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Run it up, young nigga, double up (Double up)
Run it up to fuck it up (Fuck it up, yeah)
Run it up to fuck it up (Fuck it up, yeah)
Run it up to fuck it up, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Run it up to fuck it up (Fuck it up, yeah)
Run it up to fuck it up, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
You ain't got no bands, nigga solo (Nigga solo)
She ain't tryna fuck, there the door go, ayy (There the door go)
Pop ten bands, I was dolo (What?)
Fuck around, threw an extra rack just for promo (For promotion)
Ocean Drive in Miami in a drop-head (Drop-head)
Whole pint of Hi-Tech got the pop red (Off drank)
Drank God, ain't a nigga that can stop Vezz, ayy (For real)
Keep a heater on me for you hotheads
Count a hundred thousand up in hundreds (Yeah)
Halloween baby, I put ice in the pumpkin (Yeah)
Real street nigga, wear my ice out in public (What?)
Fuck the money up, my whole life I had nothin', ugh (I was fucked up)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Icewear Vezzo]
Run it up, young nigga, run it up (Drank God, run it up)
Fuck it up, young nigga, fuck it up (Fuck it up, yeah)
Run it up, young nigga, double up (Double up, what?)
Run it up to fuck it up (Fuck it up, yeah)
Run it up to fuck it up (Run it up, nigga)
Run it up to fuck it up, yeah, yeah (Run it up, nigga, yeah, yeah)
Run it up to fuck it up (Fuck it up, yeah)
Run it up to fuck it up, yeah, yeah (Yeah)