RUN IT UP ! lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Asy]
Ooh, what, what?
Big boss, Rick Ross
I’m f*cking that b*tch on the big loft
Told the b*tch, catastrophic failure
How the f*ck ain’t I fall off?
Oh, put that lean on her jaw
Told that b*tch she a dog
Pull up in a brand new car
Get on your knees and suck my c*ck
Me and Carti spitting laws over here
Sitting out here breaking jaws on a chair
Call me 007 the way I throw rocks
We don't give f*ck about dude!
Yeah, breaking the daw
Yeah, chasing a dog
Move like a hog
That sh*t made no sense, oh well, f*ck it

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I'm on the phone with plug
All of these hoes they dumb
All of these n*ggas they dumb
We shootin' the sh*t in thе club
Trickin' your b*tch, throwin' some cash I'm throwin'
Trickin' your b*tch, puttin' my di*k in her tongue
f*ckin' your b*tch, foolin' that b*tch and shе doin'
All of this kush in my lung
Rockin' that Louis Vuitton
Put my light dreads in a bun
Callin' my plug, I need tons
f*ckin' that b*tch for fun
I do this sh*t for fun
All in the show, know I'm rockin' the show
All of these n*ggas they lookin' like hoes
Call up the pole 'cause you a lil' ho
f*ckin' your b*tch, I kick her out the door
Yeah, hit a lil' b*tch with the stick
Hit a lil' b*tch with the bag
I don't give a f*ck about the bag
I just go lean on the track
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Big boss, Rick Ross
I just made bond
I shoot like Bond
007 on y'all
f*cked up that b*tch
f*cked up her sh*t
f*cked up the RAF
f*cked up the trap

[Post-Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Add it up, add it up (Add it up)
Count it up, count it up, count it up
I need 19 then I run it up
I do not do it, I run it up
Shootin' my sh*t in the club
Shootin' that sh*t in the club
Shootin' that sh*t in the club
f*ckin' the b*tch in the club

[Verse 3: Asy]
f*cking it up in the club
Eat an italian sub
Ima take a win, yeah a dub
007 ain’t enough
f*ckin' that b*tch
In the club
Pull up with a stick
Hit 'em with a lick
Giving them hell
Push 'em in a well
Wish them fair well
All is swell
Shoutout my boy
Play with a toy
Play with a mac
Not a big mac
Oh my god that sh*t was fire
That's why I'm the
[Pre-Chorus: Asy]
Big boss, Rick Ross
I’m f*cking that b*tch on the big loft
Told the b*tch, catastrophic failure
How the f*ck ain’t I fall off?
Oh, put that lean on her jaw
Told that b*tch she a dog
Pull up in a brand new car
Get on your knees and suck my c*ck
Me and Carti spitting laws over here
Sitting out here breaking jaws on a chair
Call me 007 the way I throw rocks
We don't give f*ck about dude!

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Big boss, Rick Ross
I just made bond
I shoot like Bond
007 on y'all
f*cked up that b*tch
f*cked up her sh*t
f*cked up the RAF
f*cked up the trap

[Post-Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Add it up, add it up (Add it up)
Count it up, count it up, count it up
I need 19 then I run it up
I do not do it, I run it up
Shootin' my sh*t in the club
Shootin' that sh*t in the club
Shootin' that sh*t in the club
f*ckin' the b*tch in the club