Lil Uzi Vert - Run It Up lyrics

f** it up f** it up [Hook] I had to f** that b**h one more time I had to hit the blunt one more time I had to roll it up one more time Roll it up, roll it up I had to f** that b**h one more time I had to hit the blunt one more time I had to roll it up one more time Roll it up, roll it up I had to f** that b**h one more time I had to hit the blunt one more time I had to roll it up one more time Roll it up, roll it up I had to f** that b**h one more time I had to hit the blunt one more time I had to roll it up one more time Run it up run it up Roll it up roll it up Pour it up pour it up If you got a check f** it up Roll it up roll it up Count it up count it up [Verse 1: KUR] I just got my homie out, I just told him roll me up We were smoking way too much b**hes doing way too much I been doing what I want, I'm just young and having fun Never give my love to hoes All these b**hes made me numb All these b**hes made me numb All these lil b**hes made me numb Every other day its f** my ex Every single day I'm smoking weed Every single day I think of Reem [Hook] I had to f** that b**h one more time I had to hit the blunt one more time I had to roll it up one more time Roll it up, roll it up I had to f** that b**h one more time I had to hit the blunt one more time I had to roll it up one more time Roll it up, roll it up I had to f** that b**h one more time I had to hit the blunt one more time I had to roll it up one more time Roll it up, roll it up I had to f** that b**h one more time I had to hit the blunt one more time I had to roll it up one more time Run it up run it up Roll it up roll it up Pour it up pour it up If you got a check f** it up Roll it up roll it up Count it up count it up [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] Um. count it up count it up aye All this money pockets stuffed aye Gettin' money countin' big face, so I can't get enough Bad b**h with a slim waist, ask that girl what you want Swerve in the foreign I'm driftin' Jump in the game like I'm pippen All I do is f** these hoes now Remember couldn't get the b**hes I must be high off the gas (I must be high) One thing always got the b**hes I feel like I'm Percy Miller Cause my money got no limit Riding around in my, woah, my car ain't got no ceiling Gettin' my money, countin' my comma, uh yeah dab Word on the street I'm hot like a sauna Kur that's my homie, thats more like my brodie Ball like Tony Parker and Ginobli Most of these n***as out here they be phony Me & my n***as smoke gas and we zonin'