Mozzy, Schoolboy Q, Caine - Run It Up lyrics
Mozzy [Timothy Patterson] Oak Park, Sacramento, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Mozzy, Schoolboy Q, Caine - Run It Up lyrics]
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up
Ayy
If you got dubs, ayy, go and roll up, ayy
If you more weed, ayy, go and light it up
Ayy huh, all, baby we can have it all, ayy
Put you in them shoes that you like
Them Christian Louboutins, they drippin'
From the walk, ayy, ayy
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
Pocket full of ones, ayy, 'bout
To throw it up, ayy
If you got a dub, ayy, go and roll it up, ayy
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up
Ayy
Big dog Mozzy, pull up somethin' 'xotic
Baby know she poppin'
She finna pop out and party
I'm finna bust down the Carti's
No I don't fuck with no Bacardi
Whole Shooter Gang taught it
Niggas hittin' 'tended targets
I took the hooker bitch to Target
She need vanilla gift card
She need some more Bitcoin
(Like why though?)
She been goin' hard (Okay)
She got her own house and car
She got her own money too
I ain't the only one shinin'
She got a Rollie on too
I blow forty on the coupe
I got the sauce and the juice
Prayin' the play fall through
Prayin' the play fall through
I got my name off shootin'
You got your name off hoopin'
She want a thug in her lifestyle
She love the gangbang movement
I'm with the Gangland bullies
Both of my cups on gooey
This is a cooked blunt doobie
Smoke somethin' with me
Pour up a four of somethin' with me
You know I know them niggas envy
It ain't a nigga I owe a penny
I will get on him with the blicky
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up
Ayy
If you got dubs, ayy, go and roll up, ayy
If you more weed, ayy, go and light it up
Ayy huh, all, baby we can have it all, ayy
Put you in them shoes that you like
Them Christian Louboutins, they drippin'
From the walk, ayy, ayy
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
Pocket full of ones, ayy, 'bout
To throw it up, ayy
If you got a dub, ayy, go and roll it up, ayy
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up
Ayy
Ballin' ain't enough, ayy
Pussy ain't enough, ayy
Haters showin' up, ayy, I don't do the cup
Ayy i be goin' up, yeah, I be goin' up, uh
Swervin' all stupid, hey clear
The dash, do it, alright
Your baby daddy broke, I know
He need you, I don't, ayy ayy
Let me hit that pussy, you
Can tell him I won't, hey hey
No it ain't no secret, I get money, I go
Ayy ayy i might do the 'Rari 'cause
The Bentley too slow, hey hey
This a vibe, this a ride, top miss, bye, ayy
Rollie shine, hers and I, strike pose, vibe
Ayy
Send a four, give and go, wrist wrist vibe
Ayy rich bitch vibe, big bitch vibe
All this money, don't be actin' all shy
In Miami goin' hammy like I
Caught a grammy in them panties like right
Ain't no ticket on the private jet, fly, yeah
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up
Ayy
If you got dubs, ayy, go and roll up, ayy
If you more weed, ayy, go and light it up
Ayy huh, all, baby we can have it all, ayy
Put you in them shoes that you like
Them Christian Louboutins, they drippin'
From the walk, ayy, ayy
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
Pocket full of ones, ayy, 'bout
To throw it up, ayy
If you got a dub, ayy, go and roll it up, ayy
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up
Ayy
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up
Ayy
If you got dubs, ayy, go and roll up, ayy
If you more weed, ayy, go and light it up
Ayy huh, all, baby we can have it all, ayy
Put you in them shoes that you like
Them Christian Louboutins, they drippin'
From the walk, ayy, ayy
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
Pocket full of ones, ayy, 'bout
To throw it up, ayy
If you got a dub, ayy, go and roll it up, ayy
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up
Ayy
Big dog Mozzy, pull up somethin' 'xotic
Baby know she poppin'
She finna pop out and party
I'm finna bust down the Carti's
No I don't fuck with no Bacardi
Whole Shooter Gang taught it
Niggas hittin' 'tended targets
I took the hooker bitch to Target
She need vanilla gift card
She need some more Bitcoin
(Like why though?)
She been goin' hard (Okay)
She got her own house and car
She got her own money too
I ain't the only one shinin'
She got a Rollie on too
I blow forty on the coupe
I got the sauce and the juice
Prayin' the play fall through
Prayin' the play fall through
I got my name off shootin'
You got your name off hoopin'
She want a thug in her lifestyle
She love the gangbang movement
I'm with the Gangland bullies
Both of my cups on gooey
This is a cooked blunt doobie
Smoke somethin' with me
Pour up a four of somethin' with me
You know I know them niggas envy
It ain't a nigga I owe a penny
I will get on him with the blicky
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up
Ayy
If you got dubs, ayy, go and roll up, ayy
If you more weed, ayy, go and light it up
Ayy huh, all, baby we can have it all, ayy
Put you in them shoes that you like
Them Christian Louboutins, they drippin'
From the walk, ayy, ayy
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
Pocket full of ones, ayy, 'bout
To throw it up, ayy
If you got a dub, ayy, go and roll it up, ayy
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up
Ayy
Ballin' ain't enough, ayy
Pussy ain't enough, ayy
Haters showin' up, ayy, I don't do the cup
Ayy i be goin' up, yeah, I be goin' up, uh
Swervin' all stupid, hey clear
The dash, do it, alright
Your baby daddy broke, I know
He need you, I don't, ayy ayy
Let me hit that pussy, you
Can tell him I won't, hey hey
No it ain't no secret, I get money, I go
Ayy ayy i might do the 'Rari 'cause
The Bentley too slow, hey hey
This a vibe, this a ride, top miss, bye, ayy
Rollie shine, hers and I, strike pose, vibe
Ayy
Send a four, give and go, wrist wrist vibe
Ayy rich bitch vibe, big bitch vibe
All this money, don't be actin' all shy
In Miami goin' hammy like I
Caught a grammy in them panties like right
Ain't no ticket on the private jet, fly, yeah
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up
Ayy
If you got dubs, ayy, go and roll up, ayy
If you more weed, ayy, go and light it up
Ayy huh, all, baby we can have it all, ayy
Put you in them shoes that you like
Them Christian Louboutins, they drippin'
From the walk, ayy, ayy
We can run it up, ayy, we can run it up, ayy
Pocket full of ones, ayy, 'bout
To throw it up, ayy
If you got a dub, ayy, go and roll it up, ayy
Cup full of lean, ayy, 'bout to pour it up
Ayy