Run Up lyrics

[Intro]
Wave Mechanics
FredOnEm

[Chorus]
I run up a sack, yeah (Damn)
I put my hands in the trap
n*ggas talk a lot of sh*t but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money, and my b*tch
Hit my line up, what's up with that?
She wanna f*ck around with a boss n*gga
With them hundreds, what's up with that?
Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?
I run up a sack, yeah
I put my hands in the trap
n*ggas talk a lot of sh*t but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my b*tch
And my lighter, what's up with that?
She wanna f*ck around with a boss n*gga
With them hundreds, what's up with that?
Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?

[Verse 1]
n*ggas pull up with the honey buns (Yeah)
n*ggas pull up with a hundred guns (Doo, doo, doo)
I got a chopper on 101 (Yeah)
Tryna juug me a metric ton
Eatin' crab down at Benihan' (Yeah)
f*ck around and you gon' see the mob
Tell my n*ggas so wacky, they do the job (Uh)
I been finessin', I'm hella fried (Uh)
I been pimpin' on a bed of brawn
Young n*gga, I be drippin' hard (Hahaha)
I need my back end, yeah, that back end
Yeah, I'm talkin' a hundred large (Large)
I'ma stunt hard with the whole gang
We might pull up, a hundred cars (Skrt)
I'ma do my thang, I'ma maintain
I'm a real n*gga, don’t f*ck with y'all (f*ck)
I can get you in with one call
Shopping sprees when I'm in the mall (Yeah)
Got a bad b*tch, she gon' buy it all (Yeah)
I'ma spend a check, get the neck
Then I'm dippin' out just like a f*ckin' dog
n*ggas talk down on the Don
But me, I ain't goin', I'm stuck with y'all
I need a bag, I'ma get it all (Damn)
[Chorus]
I run up a sack, yeah (Damn)
I put my hands in the trap
n*ggas talk a lot of sh*t but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money, and my b*tch
Hit my line up, what's up with that?
She wanna f*ck around with a boss n*gga
With them hundreds, what's up with that?
Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?
I run up a sack, yeah
I put my hands in the trap
n*ggas talk a lot of sh*t but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my b*tch
And my lighter, what's up with that?
She wanna f*ck around with a boss n*gga
With them hundreds, what's up with that?
Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?

[Verse 2]
Shawty mixin' yola (Damn)
Yellow señorita (Spanish)
You can't talk to her (Hahaha)
She don’t really f*ck with people (Let's go)
She so gone
Off that Henny and that margarita (She gone)
She a freak, give me head
When I mop the feet up (Ooh)
59 comin' down
Keep a burner when I ride around (Skrt, skrt, skrt)
Ps on me, keep 'em safe and sound (Ps)
I ain't talkin' sh*t, I'ma finna run it now (Go)
Keep the trap closed like a haunted house (Trap)
Cell phone boomin', plays bustin' out (Brr)
Heard Don got it, that's the word of mouth
I don’t give a f*ck what you talkin' 'bout (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
I run up a sack, yeah (Damn)
I put my hands in the trap
n*ggas talk a lot of sh*t but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money, and my b*tch
Hit my line up, what's up with that?
She wanna f*ck around with a boss n*gga
With them hundreds, what's up with that?
Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?
I run up a sack, yeah
I put my hands in the trap
n*ggas talk a lot of sh*t but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my b*tch
And my lighter, what's up with that?
She wanna f*ck around with a boss n*gga
With them hundreds, what's up with that?
Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?