IIIAmDemoi - Run It Up lyrics

[Hook] Run it up like a f**in check (god damn) Red dot choppa aim it at yo neck (graaaaaa) Run it up like a f**in check (bow bow bow bow bow bow) We poppin' n***as man they betta' have a vest [Verse 1] I wake up and chase me a bag (god damn) All of my n***as be getting that money yea we love counting them bands Hop in a whip you know its foreign (skrt skrt skrt) just check out the tags (god damn) n***a talkin sh** gotta clip n blow out his whole back (pew pew pew pew) Cop a backwood call up the plug and cop me some mo' gas n***as wanted smoke now I'm smokin yo best friends (god damn) n***as be mad cause I'm outchea chasing a bag Yea I'm runnin towards the money (god damn) Super fast like I'm sonic (god damn) I'm smokin on chronic Sippin this lean man I can not function [Hook] Run it up like a f**in check Red dot choppa aim it at yo neck (graaaaaa) Run it up like a f**in check (bow bow bow bow bow bow) We poppin' n***as man they betta' have a vest [Verse 2] Dont f** with amateur b**hes I'm tryna get all my riches I dont be smokin no swishers And I do not f** with these n***as Little b**h I am da man What the f** is you sayin (god damn) Yo tongue is where I can land Catching my kids you feeding my fam (woof) Her little p**y tight like a Cheerio She wanna f** me and all my bros (god damn) She wanna be all up in my videos (I can't) You can't do that cause you a silly hoe (woof) Copped me a Fanta and poured me a four (slump) My lungs is filled with hella smoke (pasto) I got the sauce like the guy oh b**h I'm done like Faneto [Hook] Run it up like a f**in check Red dot choppa aim it at yo neck (graaaaaa) Run it up like a f**in check (bow bow bow bow bow bow) We poppin' n***as man they betta' have a vest [Verse 3] Remember I was livin lavish with 2 thots Remember we was rollin wilding with 2 Glocks And my n***as f**in savage we had shoot outs n***as thought we wasn't 'bout it till we pulled up to they house Pop out on they block and they sh** got shut down n***as say they 'bout it but never gone bust rounds n***as really dont want smoke I'm at your head boutta take yo crown (yeah) n***as be cappin they talk sh** when I'm not around Most of these n***as is goofy (god damn) All of these b**hes is thotties (you know it) Most of these n***as is losers (woof) Thats why yo b**h topped me All of my n***as be getting them bands So much gwala it can't fit in my pants Cop a backwood and I'm rollin that gas Gang gang gang gang [Hook] Run it up like a f**in check Red dot choppa aim it at yo neck (graaaaaa) Run it up like a f**in check (bow bow bow bow bow bow) We poppin' n***as man they betta' have a vest