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Letra : Run It Up

(Sool, we got one, n***a)
Sool Got Hits, ooh
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, oh
L462 Gang
Ayy, ayy

Hit that track, to the sack, I'ma run it up
They gon' copy my swag when I'm comin' up
Can't go out like no b*t*h, I ain't dumb enough
New Amiris, with Benjis, I stuff 'em up
Brand new Patek, put some shine on my wrist
All my diamonds gon' hit, I rock VV's
Brand new chopper, and this b*t*h came with a coolant kit
I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em

Just the beginning, I know I'ma shake somethin'
I'm a young n***a, but don't play nothin'
You hit my blunt, probably think that I laced somethin'
Don't talk to no police, I got too much money
I hit up my lawyer, it's case closed
I would say I want a milli', but made those
Feel like El Chapo, got n***as in Mexico who be shippin' me them pesos
Too lazy to f**k the b*t*h, I want some neck
Got a Xan' and some Act' in my Faygo
Told my b*t*h that I'm loyal, I gotta be faithful
Can't talk to no groupies, she hate, though
I was down on my ass and they showed they true colors
I bet they come back for a plate, though
I ain't dumb, you can't eat off my plate, no
They only came back 'cause a young n***a ran it up

Hit that track, to the sack, I'ma run it up
They gon' copy my swag when I'm comin' up
Can't go out like no b*t*h, I ain't dumb enough
New Amiris, with Benjis, I stuff 'em up
Brand new Patek, put some shine on my wrist
All my diamonds gon' hit, I rock VV's
Brand new chopper, and this b*t*h came with a coolant kit
I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em

Gave her the d**k, now that lil' b*t*h, she stalk me
I can't get her off me, I got her attached
I told that b*t*h she can come to my shows, put her face by my lap, but she can't get nothin' else
I rock Amiri, Versace, and Dolce Gabbana, that thirty clip under my belt
I cannot hang with no f**k n***a, you a sucker, I know if you get in that jam, you gon' tell
Gon' go black and white
How can I f**k on a b*t*h if the b*t*h is not white?
I like 'em white, that's my type
She give me face-time like some Skype
Like my b*t*hes light-skinned too
I brung a gun, but I'm fightin' you too
I hate reminiscing, I'm still fightin' through
Brung a pound on the private, I'm flyin it through
I kick back with my brothers, they fly in it too

Hit that track, to the sack, I'ma run it up
They gon' copy my swag when I'm comin' up
Can't go out like no b*t*h, I ain't dumb enough
New Amiris, with Benjis, I stuff 'em up
Brand new Patek, put some shine on my wrist
All my diamonds gon' hit, I rock VV's
Brand new chopper, and this b*t*h came with a coolant kit
I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em

My chopper gon' heat 'em
If I got a problem, my chopper gon' heat 'em
My brother gon' beat 'em
Remember them boys, they didn't wanna see me
Now they buyin' my CD
I remember my brothers on go, now I'm eating
L462