Run It Up (feat. Offset & Moneybagg Yo) - Lil Tjay

June, you're a genius Yeah, open up, hey Mane, look, stop it (Stop) Always got my name in some gossip (Hot topic) White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi (Ice) Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi (Baguetti) That redbone you crushing, she want me to fuck her I'm three hours late, sippin' 'Tussin (Ready) She dropped off the head just to stop me from fussin' And that's what you call a concussion (Here, gone, hey) Went hard 'fore I ever made a rap check Getting money out the streets (Getting money off the pavement) Ducked off, I was serving on the Southside But I stayed in the East (But I stayed in the East) Told a bitch 'cause I want some hot wings and road tale We don't go out to eat (Hell nah, we don't do that) What we doing, we gon' mob a nigga up then (Up) Wipe the dick off neat (Wipe the dick off good) Give a fuck about a ring but I'm smoking with it In case killers steal my jeans, I was eating a hot plate Tryna reach a new level, these niggas too content Big homie might snap, he gon' do it out the trench She got it sewed in, but I'm pulling every inch Just to get a hotel, now we fuck behind tint Had to get a nigga hit, 'cause he tried to go against Pulled up in his yard, left his ass on the fence (Uh) It ain't no end to this trend (End this) Double our truck, ain't no formatted Benz They like, "He at it again" (How?) I just put me in a new whip and I win (Skrrt) I'm having way too much money (Money, way too much) Make a bitch dizzy the way that I spin (Uh) I'm having way too much money Count up and repeat it again (Like a replay) Mane, look, stop it (Stop) Always got my name in some gossip (Hot topic) White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi (Ice) Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi (Baguetti) That redbone you crushing, she want me to fuck her I'm three hours late, sippin' 'Tussin (Woo, woo, ready) She dropped off the head just to stop me from fussin' (Woo) And that's what you call a concussion (Offset) Little buddy got the 5 but don't pop it (Little buddy) All of mine came from the faucet (AP) Lamborghini (Forgiato) wet, mop it (Forgiato) Glock 40, shoot his shoulder out his socket (Bow, bow) Big dick, you could whip it like hibachi Walking in my robes, it's Versace, Versace ('Sace) 69 shooters and they're nothing like Tekashi (Ha) Keep one in the head, tryna cock it, they done shot you (Bow, bow) Switch it, the Lambo, the Maybach, the 'Rari (Ooh) Sorry, pardon, my drip retarded (Drip, huh) I've spent Marvin the Martian (Huh) Better get your bitch up off the market (Huh) Young Vince Carter with the carbon (Huh) I'ma paint a picture in your head, I'm an artist (Artist) Richard Mille wet, and it got my wrist soggy (Wet) Hit it from the back, style, doggy (Yeah) Mason Margiela, my coat (Margiela, ho) When you was wet, I was broke, no hope (Broke) I put the plug in the yolk and I go Therefore the sauna, I live by the oath (Hey, yeah) Got to get the money bag, yo (Yeah) Fifteen hundred, two-three times, then four (Yeah) Nigga better cross that line, we gon' blow It's a bust down, can't even see the time in this ho (Ice) Mane, look, stop it (Stop) Always got my name in some gossip (Hot topic) White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi (Ice) Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi (Baguetti) That redbone you crushing, she want me to fuck her I'm three hours late, sippin' 'Tussin (Ready) She dropped off the head just to stop me from fussin' And that's what you call a concussion (Here, gone, hey) Let me see your wrists (Haha) This ain't it, I just spoke with the chief (I just spoke with your boss) Coming straight off the top, Chanel bandana This style ain't free (Shit cost a fee) Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh Style ain't free Gotta pay for this here

Quality Street Music I'm really like that Hahaha, DJ Drama (grab, grab, grab, grab) Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt) Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song Young nigga caught him a case and he beat it My opp, he ain't breathin', I go feed the needed Don't do a post for a ghost, he ain't breathin' Neck is the water, my wrist is the Fiji Prada ain't lease, penthouse at the Seasons My plug a secret, the bricks Indonesia Cool with the teacher, now guess I'm a leader Niggas my kid, if he play, I'ma beat him My pockets stuffed with the green, I'm a vegan Go try your luck and you gon' meet a demon Nigga ain't tough, he gon' duck when I see him Fuckin' that slut, I don't cough and I mean it Two dollar cups, switch it up when they leavin' Ratchet like fiendin', put switches on ninas Don't go and subpoena, got mopa, we the cleaners She like my demeanor, she know I don't need her I'm in the back like the president Beautiful Cadillac, I get 'em whacked with no evidence No, we ain't setllin', I know I'm better then Watch what you tellin' me, I up the felony Niggas hatin' and I see the jealousy Out the vacant, we trappin' like Medellín Bitch, I'm poppin' you pop it, I make a scene Catch a body, that young nigga made the team Dope of the pills, my man's, he got it A minute ain't rented, I spend it, I buy it I keep a nigga with the stick outside He don't want smoke, put your pride to the side Nigga, he'll die, he'll die, he'll die Energy fire while I go in the sky Ain't running amigo, somebody lied (grab, grab, grab, grab) Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt) Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song I'm the skydweller, but still got no time, time I just brought up a hit, I could hit her (gone) My whole team shinin', fuck talkin' 'bout it I done showed you lil' niggas I'm realer (yeah) I've been in this mode, that's why my pockets overload And everythin' I got exposed My drugs look cold, my jeweler iced me like whoa (whoa) Man, look at my shit, like them golds (yeah) Louis V on the side of my boots I'm drippin' in sauce, or I'm stickin' like glue (sauce) Never lackin', pistol packin' If I clutch it, I'ma up it like BlocBoy and shoot (bah), yeah B.W.A. on my chain, I'm full of codeine, dang, I done relapsed the game (woo) Bread gang on my veins, I'm in my own lane, fuck it, had to reset the game I waited back in on the scale, show prices like bail, fuck it, I trap off the stage (trap) I get the same number my age, money comin' too many ways, my mind in amaze (whoa) I ain't got no time to just waste, try color the face, I'm on a whole 'nother faze Got niggas that's stuck in they ways, they still in the trap, scrapin' the (grab, grab) Grab the Drac', somebody dyin' today, I had to find a play Like andale, I put the K to his face, niggas ain't come to play New Lamborghini, hit the gas, and I'm gone (skrrt) Bitch on my pinky, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song Fuck 'round, get stepped on, you made the wrong song (Gangsta Grillz)

Uh Gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang I got killers in the motherfuckin' cut, bitch Gang, uh, uh I be with savages, they is not havin' it If it's ever a problem, we tackle it Switch on the chopper, that bitch get to rattlin' Really hate 'em, gon' shoot up, the candle lit Lil' mama thick, but just watch how I handle it Beat up the pussy, I damage it Passport stamp, fuck the ref how I'm travelin' Louis by Virgil, my drip is immaculate, uh Give me a beat, I'm attackin' it, uh Might catch a B when I'm clappin' it Opps, they some bitches, we beefin' with actresses Post in the trap, we got D in the cabinet, uh She get on her knees when she gaggin' it Might cop a 'Cat 'cause I beat all 'em challenges 120 a show, what I'm averagin' On the ropes, I ain't fold, I wasn't panickin' Uh, uh, start up again She over with, now I'm all in her friends 200 shots, they gon' ball up your man's Lil Jo keep cappin', he noddin' off Xans, uh I'm Euro steppin' in France, uh Drip check, Amiri my pants Glock a guitar, we gon' rock out like bands Spin through they block, he get killed where he stand I ran up some change, then bust down a chain (go) Benjamin, Grants, my pockets got names (whoa) The Bentley cocaine, that look like the main A brick of white Forces, same color them thangs (36) I just got booked to go somewhere in Spain (gone) Fuck a fiancé, I married the game (I do) It's really 200 an occasion, man (where?) I'm on the jet eatin' Raisin' Cane's They trippin', the grass too high I 'on't never be at the house in Memphis (why?) I done outgrew the city (yeah) Swapped out the digits, these niggas can't hit me (nah) Lil' box at the back of the Glock, we got switches (phew) Awful lot of cough syrup on my dickies (nope) I'm so picky when it comes to these bitches (why?) Bougie gangster chick tote my blicky Got wifey with me, ayy I got a way with these words, I got a way with these hoes I keep it too thorough (raw) Talkin' my shit on a whole 'nother level I just was over there, I speak for the ghetto Eight ounces of Wock' in the Faygo, I'm KO These niggas fake, put together like Play-Doh (ha) Uh, uh, drillin' this new hoe (uh) Ride like a horse, so I pass her to Polo (here)

(SkyDiddy) (Drop that shit, T-Head) Yeah (hold up), park the Rolls truck (skrrt) Why not pull up Lambo' car and pop it with the doors up? (Low) This shit got colossal, I got models tryna pay me to fuck (hahaha) Tell her the price done went up (up) It's gon' cost more than a buck Know that shit gon' be hot, it got my name on this chronic Drivin' slow now, but the car go zero to 60 if I punch it She wake up and munch it Let me pull yo' hair, take off that bonnet (uh) Don't catch me speakin' on no M, nigga, you ain't gon' know if I done done it Or done sent it I'm celebratin' what I accomplished, I'ma pop it constantly (constantly) Flew this bad bitch in from London, she like how I'm comin' (bad) Dressin' snazzy, talkin' country, got her hooked on phonics (throw) Call me toxic, but she can't keep me from out her stomach (love this shit) I got all these hoes requestin' toxic dick (safe) Fuckin' her for years, she can't post my pic (she can't) Five deep, ridin' 'round with ten stick (ten stick) Slide through, come back, hit your bitch (come) Yeah, I got all these hoes requestin' toxic dick (it's all they want) Fuckin' her for years, better not post a pic (she better not do it) Finger itchin', tryna hit somethin' with that switch (frrt-frrt) Slide through, come back, took your bitch (gone) Bitch ain't speakin' on the business, keep it low Snatch a whip, that's a double R, Rolls-Royce truck (where?) In my ear, penthouse, I see the city when I'm hittin' that bitch from the back, big dawg (what happened?) I can be out the country and get you whacked (what?) Bitch look up to me like God, I can't wait to kill her throat (bad) I got mind control on bitches, I don't have to use a remote These lil' niggas on go (go), they Swiss cheese and a rat (rat) They can't wait to up the score, a hundred rounds, hundred racks (where) All I do is break them hundos off and fuck her like I'm broke (broke) You bet' not cry in this Phantom, bitch, you know where you belong (the streets) Buy the average ones some jewelry, I made that bitch the one (where?) Hoes requestin' for that toxic dick, that's all these bitches want (brrt) I got all these hoes requestin' toxic dick (safe) Fuckin' her for years, she can't post my pic (she can't) Five deep, ridin' 'round with ten stick (ten stick) Slide through, come back, hit your bitch (come) Yeah, I got all these hoes requestin' toxic dick (It's all they want) Fuckin' her for years, better not post a pic (she better not do it) Finger itchin', tryna hit somethin' with that switch (frrt-frrt) Slide through, come back, took your bitch (gone)

Aria made this Every night, there's a murder in my city Every time I think about it, that shit hit me Streets no games, so I choose to keep it with me Streets no games, guess I gotta keep it with me Every night it's a murder in my city Every time, think about it, that shit hit me That be why a nigga gotta keep a glizzy That be why a nigga gotta keep a glizzy 19, I seen some crazy shit, sanity, I'm chasing it Going through so much that every blunt I see, I'm facing it I was really patient with success, I had to wait for it Now everybody's startin' to feel entitled, swear I hate this shit To the top, I'm taking it, remember taking station flicks Oh, hell no, I can't go back to that jail, but still, I hate to slip All this just the basic shit, don't know who might relate to this I don't open up, but I pour out while I'm makin' shit Nigga think he takin' shit, he must just want his face to lift If it weren't for rapping, I'd be fuckin' with that nasal sniff Rap money good, know they'll kill me for a taste of it I ain't stressin', Cookies out the pound, rollin' eighths of it Every night, there's a murder in my city Every time I think about it, that shit hit me Streets no games, so I choose to keep it with me Streets no games, guess I gotta keep it with me Every night it's a murder in my city Every time, think about it, that shit hit me That be why a nigga gotta keep a glizzy That be why a nigga gotta keep a glizzy We done lost a couple niggas from that sandbox I gotta watch the way I move 'cause that sand hot I used to look up to them niggas in the streets 'Til them same niggas got down on both knees and took a plea I'm gon' probably fuck around and make this song cry I refuse to let these bitches see my soft side Before you suck me off, you gotta let my balls dry This casket big enough, so fuck it, y'all can all die I know they hate me, it's crazy, I ain't do shit to niggas Every day I walk around your hood ready to spit on niggas I can't let these niggas take me out my element We ain't go to school 'cause in the streets, we gain intelligence You know I ain't scared to step to these niggas I just hate it when you treat me like the rest of these niggas As for the rest of these niggas, go get a vest for these niggas We servin' head cracks, you don't want no bets with me, nigga Every night, there's a murder in my city Every time I think about it, that shit hit me Streets no games, so I choose to keep it with me Streets no games, guess I gotta keep it with me Every night it's a murder in my city Every time, think about it, that shit hit me That be why a nigga gotta keep a glizzy That be why a nigga gotta keep a glizzy

Big bag dont mean everything wavy I got 99 problems like Jay Z Caught a felony judge tried to slave me Lost my grandmother RIP Mavy I got money and niggas move shady With my brother I put that on baby My first car I might cop a Mercedes In the stu everyday can't be lazy Bodies drop all the time I don't feel nothing Swear to god y'all gone make me go kill something Told my shooters no mercy or chill button I done been through so much I don't feel nothing I was down off the drugs, had me tooted I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it They be watching me clocking my movements They be plotting on catching me snoozing Bodies drop all the time I don't feel nothing Swear to god y'all gone make me go kill something Told my shooters no mercy or chill button I done been through so much I don't feel nothing I was down off the drugs, had me tooted I was locked in my cell bout to lose it They be watching me clocking my movements They be plotting on catching me snoozing I be shitting I make it look easy I was innocent they ain't believe me Ain't no lie I be seeing illusions I can't figure who real it's confusing I can't wait to get used to this lifestyle I remember it could've been lights out Bitches see me and scream lil TJay Had to fuck up the spot for my bday Hit the telly and catch me in BJ Fuck this love I don't want me a skeezay Give her dick now she feel like she need me I'm too high always smoking on GG Bankroll had to stack my chips SB almost jacked my shit I know these niggas gone hate me I've been working hard driving me crazy Big bag don't mean everything wavy I got 99 problems like Jay Z Caught a felony judge tried to slave me Lost my grandmother R.I.P Mavy I got money and niggas move shady With my brother I put that on baby My first car I might cop a Mercedes At the stu every day can't be lazy Bodies drop all the time I don't feel nothing Swear to god y'all gone make me go kill something Told my shootas no mercy or chill button I done been through so much I don't feel nothing I was down off the drugs, had me tooted I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it They be watching me clocking my movements They be plotting on catching me snoozing Bodies drop all the time I don't feel nothing Swear to god y'all gone make me go kill something Told my shooters no mercy or chill button I done been through so much I don't feel nothing I was down off the drugs, had me tooted I was locked in my cell bout to lose it They be watching me clocking my movements They be plotting on catching me snoozing Dream big imma get to the top Niggas waiting the tape bout to drop Told my momma that I'm destined to pop Y'all ain't think I would get what I got But I stay true to myself No losing myself Improving myself I'm on the road to the riches Been asking the lord for forgiveness I got two or three opps on the hitlist Y'all be talking but they never did shit You be better off minding your business Hard headed I just don't like to listen Mesclando I stay in the kitchen Money coming and my palms is itching Y'all niggas ain't no competition Big bag don't mean everything wavy I got 99 problems like Jay Z Caught a felony judge tried to slave me Lost my grandmother R.I.P Mavy I got money and niggas move shady With my brother I put that on baby My first car I might cop a Mercedes At the stu every day can't be lazy Bodies drop all the time I don't feel nothing Swear to god y'all gone make me go kill something Told my shooters no mercy or chill button I done been through so much I don't feel nothing I was down off the drugs, had me tooted I was locked in my cell 'bout to lose it They be watching me clocking my movements They be plotting on catching me snoozing Bodies drop all the time I don't feel nothing Swear to god y'all gone make me go kill something Told my shooters no mercy or chill button I done been through so much I don't feel nothing I was down off the drugs, had me tooted I was locked in my cell bout to lose it They be watching me clocking my movements They be plotting on catching me snoozing

I know They wanna turn me into Pasto Oh Lil Tjay What you know about playing in the field? Growin' up, young niggas playing with a steel Never will I ever switch sides, I'm forever gon ride Smelly Drive, bro lookin' from the sky I know what it's like tryna duck 5-0 I've been traumatized since they took my bro My whole fan base only gon' grow Clout goin' up so i keep my pole I know, they don't wanna see me glow I know, I know, I know, I know, I know They wanna turn me into Pa$to I know, I know, I know, I know, I know They don't wanna see me glow I know, I know, I know, I know, I know They wanna turn me into Pa$to I know, I know, I know, I know, I know They tryna turn a young nigga into Pa$to Dare a nigga name a place we cannot go Talkin' on bro, don't care, let the shots go SB niggas don't care what the opps throw Swear I remember those times, block selling dimes, promise we all gon' be fine I got too much on my mind, bullets start flyin', sharpen and somebody dyin' I know, there's a lot to be grateful for Can't list all the things that I'm thankful for Could be somewhere in a cell, somewhere in the ground, but life's goin' good and I'm takin' off On the road, doing shows, finna take a tour Niggas mad, in they bag 'cause i'm making more Flexed up, can't fuck with no basic hoe Huh, lil bitch give me face and jaw You stupid niggas is mad at me Yeah I slipped, but nobody had accuracy Vice versa woulda been a catastrophe Vice versa woulda been a catastrophe Yeah Came a long way Used to sit up in my cell writing all day You ain't never show me love, don't you call me You don't fuck with me no more, what they all say What you know about playing in the field? Growin' up, young niggas playing with a steel Never will I ever switch sides, I'm forever gon ride Smelly Drive, bro lookin' from the sky I know what it's like tryna duck 5-0 I've been traumatized since they took my bro My whole fan base only gon' grow Clout goin' up so i keep my pole I know, they don't wanna see me glow I know, I know, I know, I know, I know They wanna turn me into Pa$to I know, I know, I know, I know, I know They don't wanna see me glow I know, I know, I know, I know, I know They wanna turn me into Pa$to I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Came up but I'm never gon stop though Law abidin' but I always keep a chop' though Nigga not low, cook a nigga like Rosco Bodies droppin' all the time where the opps go I know, I know i'm finna' be the man Big S on my chest, call me Superman Niggas like "damn," holdin' out they hand I was in the can whole time thinking of a band Gotta stay 10 toes on my pivot Never gon' preach, nigga, something I ain't livin' Rats are forbidden, they could never be forgiven Sent my hitters on a mission, to assure that you ain't livin' now Give me that chain Take the profit and stuff it inside of my mains Who'd of ever think that everything changed? And I really wish that nigga treat me the same Gang Gang Gang Lil Tjay SB, really stain gang Used to wake up and juug just to maintain Used to wake up and juug just to maintain Gang Gang Lil Tjay SB really stain' gang Used to wake up and juug just to maintain All my life it was really the same thing What you know about playing in the field? Growin' up, young niggas playing with a steel Never will I ever switch sides, I'm forever gon ride Smelly Drive, bro lookin' from the sky I know what it's like tryna duck 5-0 I've been traumatized since they took my bro My whole fan base only gon' grow Clout goin' up so i keep my pole I know, they don't wanna see me glow I know, I know, I know, I know, I know They wanna turn me into Pa$to I know, I know, I know, I know, I know They don't wanna see me glow I know, I know, I know, I know, I know They wanna turn me into Pa$to I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Oh, you're cool as ever (you're cool as ever) Your heart, it glitters in gold (your heart, it glitters in gold) You make me quiver (you make me quiver), shiver Got me like, ooh You're cool as ever (you're cool as ever) (shit) Your heart, it glitters in gold (your heart, it glitters in gold) You make me quiver (you make me quiver), shiver (uh) Got me like, ooh Did so much shit, when I take losses, feel like karma (uh) 'Member I was broke, and now I'm swimmin' in these commas (uh) Sippin' on this cup, and I'm just thinkin' 'bout my momma (uh) I'm tryna keep a focus, I'm attractin' all this drama (uh) Yeah (yeah), huh (huh), and I don't even know who fault it is (I don't) But I climbed too far to go and fall to this (I won't) Bitch, I knew for years (years), actin' like she care Goin' live, clout-chasin', look at all this shit (uh) Gotta stay solid under pressure (pressure) Niggas talkin' caps, so I don't let them give me lectures (nah) I don't think you corny, nigga, I just think I'm better And the feds probably read your shit, so I don't send 'em letters (uh) Huh (huh), yeah (yeah), and all that hatin' get me sick (get me sick) If I was broke and you was me, you'd be a lick (huh, yeah) Half a Percocet and liquor get me lit (yeah) I'll probably fall asleep, so I don't hit the spliff (uh) I say yes, say that, no shame (yeah) I gotta work into the goal as far as I came (yeah) I been doin' me, bro, don't be strange (huh, huh) No breaks, I want everything (huh) Niggas get a buzz, I don't know why they stop (damn) I don't know why they stop (damn) Huh (huh), I don't know why they stop (huh) I work too hard to let 'em take me out my spot (yeah) Smoke for the trauma, sip for the pain (pain) I rap for the commas (huh), I click for the gang (bxaow) Made it, so I walk around with foreign everything (skrrt) Real nigga, I ain't ever had no water on my name (yeah) Water on my wrist though, water on my chain (mm) Water got your bitch wet, make her go insane (uh) Pull up in that new coupe, might take off the brain (skrrt) I done probably drove every fuckin' foreign you can name (skrrt, skrrt) Locked up, free my niggas sittin' in them chains (yeah) Full score, tryna get some new points for the gang (huh, huh) If this ain't what you want, then slow your role and play your lane (nah) 'Cause the moment bodies drop, this shit'll never be the same (grrr) Lotta niggas real, couple niggas fake (yeah) Got the bag then my thoughts flipped the other way (uh) Dirty nigga, why you steady lookin' at my plate? (Huh, huh) It be greedy niggas, those type of niggas that I hate (uh) Traumatized, thinkin', head bussin', nothin' fake (yeah) Tryna talk to God, but I don't know if he relate (yeah) Like, if they would've took me, am I valid through the gate? It's the type of shit that I don't know It's the type of shit that I be feelin' when I'm low (damn) In the clouds, I'm smokin' on this dummy out the O (damn) Momma told me, "Gotta stop the dissin', gotta grow" (okay) Then I think 'bout how them niggas wanted me to go Smoke for the trauma, sip for the pain (pain) Rap for the commas, click for the gang (baow) Made it, so I walk around with foreign everything (uh) Real nigga, I ain't ever had no water on my name (nah) Water on my wrist though, water on my chain Water got your bitch wet, make her go insane (huh, huh) Pull up in the new coupe, might take off the brain (skrrt) I done probably drove every fuckin' foreign you can name (skrrt, skrrt) I had the pain I had the pain Mm, hm, hmm Mm, hmm, hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm