Run Up Songtext
von Don Toliver

Wave Mechanics
FredOnEm

I run up a sack, yeah
I put my hands in the trap
Niggas talk a lot of shit but I know it′s cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch
And my lighter, what's up with that?
She wanna fuck around with a boss nigga
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
Niggas talk a lot of shit but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch
And my lighter, what′s up with that?
She wanna fuck around with a boss nigga
With them hundreds, what′s up with that?
Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?


Niggas pull up with the honey buns (yeah)
Niggas 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)
Fuck around and you gon′ see the mob
Tell my niggas so wacky, they do the job (uh)
I been finessin', I′m hella fried (uh)
I been pimpin' on a bed of brawn
Young nigga, 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 (skrrt)
I′ma do my thang, I'ma maintain
I′m a real nigga, don't fuck with y′all (fuck)
I can get you in with one call (bag)
Shopping sprees when I'm in the mall (yeah)
Got a bad bitch, she gon' buy it all (yeah)
I′ma spend a check, get the neck (bag)
Then I′m dippin' out just like a fuckin′ dog
Niggas 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)

I run up a sack, yeah
I put my hands in the trap
Niggas talk a lot of shit but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch
And my lighter, what′s up with that?
She wanna fuck around with a boss nigga
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
Niggas talk a lot of shit but I know it′s cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch
And my lighter, what's up with that?
She wanna fuck around with a boss nigga
With them hundreds, what′s up with that?
Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?


Shawty mixin′ yola (damn)
Yellow señorita (Spanish)
You can't talk to her (hahaha)
She don't really fuck 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 (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrr-)
Ps on me, keep 'em safe and sound (Ps)
I ain′t talkin' shit, 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 fuck unless you talkin′ bags (yeah, yeah)

I run up a sack, yeah (damn)
I put my hands in the trap
Niggas talk a lot of shit but I know it′s cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch
And my lighter, what's up with that?
She wanna fuck around with a boss nigga
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
Niggas talk a lot of shit but I know it′s cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my bitch
And my lighter, what's up with that?
She wanna fuck around with a boss nigga
With them hundreds, what′s up with that?
Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?