Run It Up

[Intro]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus x2]
Vans must be up
Cause it’s always going down
These glasses getting poured
And ladies all around
Ask them if they hating
And I hear not a sound
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up (yeah)
Run it up

[Verse 1]
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
See my numbers they running up
Still remember I’m coming now
I ain’t fucking with none of y’all
When my blunt finish and when my presence there
[?] kindling something
Here’s [?] flowers, spitting nothing
Eyes red, cloud big
Nothing but puffing
I ain’t been down for a minute
Pockets always stuffed with something
Don’t mean I forget what it’s like
Dining out
Always had a job
Egg and ramen
Always at the job
For real, my dog ate better than I
Had both of my legs and all of my tooths
Still had a roof
And none of that roost
But fire and booth

[Verse 2]
Driving, driving slow
Driving, my eyes closed
If I go won’t remember that
Yo fuck that I’m still breathing
Bright mind and dark eyes
I’m a heathen for a good reason
You might not see it maybe never will
I’m still focused on something real
When a shooting star pass
I’m still wishing, still wishing on that
That one chance, not getting back
That one chance, not getting back

[Verse 3]
Fuck it up but I will
Let you vibe if you chill
I’m hungry need a meal
Pockets fatter than a mill
Bad bitch in that heels
She top it off, I got mac sauce
She top it off, I got mac sauce
It’s Friday night, we feeling good
1942, and 3 ice cubes
Didn’t matter what it was
My taste changed
My flow smooth like leg shapes
She like it thick like milkshake
I light it up, blow her out, birthdays

[Chorus x2]
Vans must be up
Cause it’s always going down
These glasses getting poured
And ladies all around
Ask them if they hating
And I hear not a sound
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up (yeah)
Run it up

[Verse 4]
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
I been working like few of y’all
2am it don’t stop, eyes heavy
You don’t got stamina, the motivation
I been working, but never on patience
I got this (got it)
My head’s stuck on heavy rotation
I’ve little sleep, my mind gone
The beat craving
I stand straight and I work harder than concrete
I break it down
These words, the stress you won’t say
Put it on my bet
3 Kings, now fuck out the seat
Yeah, yeah
3 Kings, now fuck out the seat
You ain’t never fucking with me