Lyrics Run Up by Don Toliver

Wave Mechanics
FredOnEm

I run up a sack, yeah (damn)
I put my hands in the trap
N***as talk a lot of sh*t but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money, and my b*t*h
Hit my line up, what's up with that?
She wanna f**k around with a boss n***a
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
N***as talk a lot of sh*t but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my b*t*h
And my lighter, what's up with that?
She wanna f**k around with a boss n***a
With them hundreds, what's up with that?
Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?

N***as pull up with the honey buns (yeah)
N***as 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)
F**k around and you gon' see the mob
Tell my n***as so wacky, they do the job (uh)
I been finessin', I'm hella fried (uh)
I been pimpin' on a bed of brawn
Young n***a, 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 (skrt)
I'ma do my thang, I'ma maintain
I'm a real n***a, don’t f**k with y'all (f**k)
I can get you in with one call
Shopping sprees when I'm in the mall (yeah)
Got a bad b*t*h, she gon' buy it all (yeah)
I'ma spend a check, get the neck
Then I'm dippin' out just like a f**kin' dog
N***as 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 (damn)
I put my hands in the trap
N***as talk a lot of sh*t but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money, and my b*t*h
Hit my line up, what's up with that?
She wanna f**k around with a boss n***a
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
N***as talk a lot of sh*t but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my b*t*h
And my lighter, what's up with that?
She wanna f**k around with a boss n***a
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 f**k 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 (skrt skrt skrt)
Ps on me, keep 'em safe and sound (Ps)
I ain't talkin' sh*t, 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 f**k what you talkin' 'bout (yeah, yeah)
I run up a sack, yeah (damn)
I put my hands in the trap
N***as talk a lot of sh*t but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money, and my b*t*h
Hit my line up, what's up with that?
She wanna f**k around with a boss n***a
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
N***as talk a lot of sh*t but I know it's cap
I keep my eyes on my money and my b*t*h
And my lighter, what's up with that?
She wanna f**k around with a boss n***a
With them hundreds, what's up with that?
Yeah, yeah, what's up with that?