Gotta Run It Up (feat. King Count) - Maf Teeski

Niggas wanna see me dead (Plug) Damn, I don't give a fuck about shit at all (fuck about shit at all) Uh, at all, Cash Carti (uh, at all, moneybags) Ayy, uh, uh I poured a whole four up in my fuckin' cup (my fuckin' cup) (Plug) Count it up, count it up, count it up (count it up) Thumb through the check, man, I can't fuck with ya (I can't fuck with ya) We dressing them bricks and then we add it up (we add it up) Maison Margiela, nigga, designer gear (designer) (Plug) Got like ten hoes in my fuckin' ear (in my fuckin' ear) Two condos, I ain't even there (I ain't even there) I'm like, "Fuck 12, they can't come in here" (they can't come in here) I'm fuckin' on this bitch like she my main (like she my main, damn) (Plug) I be in the trap wearing Wang (wearing Wang) 40 shots my Glock, make a block go insane (block go insane, boom, boom, boom) Alexander Wang I'm off them pills, can't feel this pain (feel this pain) Alexander Wang I got that thing, that bitch go bang (bitch go bang) (Plug) I just met this bitch, I swear this bitch just tryna bang (tryna bang) Posted on my side, yeah, nigga, fuck the fame (fuck the fame) Yeah, nigga, money dancing to the bank, uh (bank) On this syrup, on this syrup, on this lean (on this lean, uh) (Plug) Uh, I'm on this syrup, I'm on this lean (I'm on this lean, on this lean) Uh, I be on some other shit and God knows that that bitch ain't celibate (smash, smash) Pussy niggas hating to get relevant (relevant) Money bags, I need that, bitch, I need that (I need that) (Plug) Bitch with an ass, I need that Coupe, that's a smash, bitch, I need that Money counter, fuck a bank, y'all don't even know (ayy) Uh, foreign car automatic (foreign car, foreign) (Plug) Foreign broad, she with that action (action, action) Call me Carti, nigga, been had it, ayy I was in VIPs, I was blowing on some magic, ayy (splur, Splur) First we move the stove to the attic (move the stove) (Plug) My bloods pull up and get it brackin', uh (bloods pull up) My cuz pull up and get it crackin' (Splur, Splur) Never pillow talking, bitch, you lacking Pull up to your spot like, bitch, what's happening? Bitch, what's happening? (Bitch, what's happening?) I'm pulling out them tools like, "Go, Gadget" (Plug) Bitch, go, Gadget (bow-bow) This nigga lacking, diamonds glisten (glisten) Ho, just listen, I'm just pimpin' South Atlanta kickin' (kickin') With my niggas, with my niggas, yeah, yeah I poured a whole four up in my fuckin' cup (my fuckin' cup) (Plug) Count it up, count it up, count it up (count it up) Thumb through the check, man, I can't fuck with ya (I can't fuck with ya) We dressing them bricks and then we add it up (we add it up) Maison Margiela, nigga, designer gear (designer) (Plug) Got like ten hoes in my fuckin' ear (in my fuckin' ear) Two condos, I ain't even there (I ain't even there) I'm like, "Fuck 12, they can't come in here" (they can't come in here) (Plug) (Plug) (Plug)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get his ass scoom Yeah, yeah, yeah, alright Hit his block, with this chop, what it do? And I ain't tripping on no bitch, boy I don't never tie my shoes Yeah, one bitch cool from time to time But I like hoes that come in two's A nice bitch cool from time to time But I like hoes who break the rules Super fucked up in the head, I'll get to switching moves Ain't want a bitch who shake her ass I want a bitch who up the scoom I'm off this 30, fuck it Yo' bitch in the room, bad news And if you whacking like you big and bad I'm tryna crash too And if you tryna buy this clean ass work I'm tryna tax you And we do everything, I'm cracking moves Hoes flipping packs too Yeah, I got niggas that shoot from deep, yeah I got niggas that's hacks too These hating ass niggas be talking down I get to fucking these racks blue Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, when we chase him Hawk them down Chase him down until he fell For all that running stand over Yeah, I'm scooming, give him shells My bitch where?, Wisconsin Dells What the fuck?, I gotta bail I be pouring so much drink, I got the flu Said I was done with the work I bought a New Year's with a deuce And now it's 2023, and bitch I'm back looking for juice And if you ever threw a shot at me, it ain't no calling truce And if you gangster nigga, drop yo' pin, and watch us ride through They say, "Slick you make that gangster shit, that we can slide to" You acting tough just cause you got yo' gun, I got my fire too We hit yo' block and if you try to run, this Drack will grab you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you niggas haters All my killers want facades, you niggas be created players Put the put him in the potty and get shit by see you later He was a out of town goofy, think his ass was from Decatur I got niggas who pull cables We ain't stopping, gotta chase him I got blues all in my pockets and I'm throwing Bullets just like Baker Mention scoom, and meet your maker I wanna fuck, don't wanna date her Yeah, yeah, hell yeah When we side, don't gotta pay us nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, when we chase him Hawk them down Chase him down until he fell For all that running stand over Yeah, I'm scooming, give him shells My bitch where?, Wisconsin Dells What the fuck?, I gotta bail