Run It Up (feat. Yo Gotti) - Icewear Vezzo

I tell all my hoes, "Rake it up Break it down, bag it up" Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up) Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up) Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up) I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up) Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up) Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up) Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up) Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up) I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr) Twenty thousand ones (woo), she said I'm that nigga (I am) I said, "I'm that nigga, bitch, I already know it" (I know it) I come with bad weather (ksh), they say I'm a storm (ayy) VVS's in my charm, that's a Roc-A-Fella chain I was sendin' bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame I'm in Phillipe Chow (what?), I got a Patek on (okay) Got a stripper with me, she picked up the check, homes (phrrr) She gon' fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up) She don't need make-up (make-up) She gon' rake it up, rake it up (rake it up) She gon' tell a nigga pay up (pay up) She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay) Wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait) Asked God to forgive me (why?) 'Cause I prayed for the pussy, prayed for the pussy I tell all my hoes, "Rake it up Break it down, bag it up" Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up) Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up) Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up) I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up) Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up) Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up) Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up) Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up) Yo, yo! Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China Lil' bad Trini bitch but she mixed with China Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo) I tell all my niggas (yo), cut the check (cut the check) Buss it down, turn your goofy down (down) pound I'ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it (splits) I'm a bad bitch, I'ma throw fits on it (fits) I'ma bust it open! I'ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz) I don't date honey (no), cookie on tsunami (oh) All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh) I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti A-ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough Wr-wrist game is freezin' like it wait in the cold Nickname is Nicki, but my name ain't Nicole, name ain't Nicole (grrr) I tell all my hoes, "Rake it up Break it down, bag it up" Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up) Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up) Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up) I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up) Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up) Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up) Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up) Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up) Well, I'm the doughboy, the one they talkin' about All these gossipin' ass niggas got my name in they mouth I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too They should bleed once a month 'cause that's what these bitches do You a (beitch) and ya bitch should expose you All that pillow talkin', nigga, that's what the hoes do You a (beitch) word to my nigga $hort We won't never write no statement, we ain't showin' up in court (Beitch) We don't do no gossipin', we don't do no arguin' We don't beef on social sites, we just hit our target We don't do no rumors (rumors) we don't don't pay no shooters (brrr) You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yeah) You a old hater, you a fuckin' cougar You a (beitch) and he a (beitch) and y'all like twin sisters Respect ya hustle, get ya money baby, win with us Ya boyfriend actin' like a (beitch) then why you still with him? I tell all my hoes, "Rake it up Break it down, bag it up" Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up) Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up) Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up) I tell all my hoes (what?) "Rake it up Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up) Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up) Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up) Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up) Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)

(L-L-L-Link Up) Yeah Yeah, I'm on my last run This ain't my last set or my last gun But this my last run I'm on my last run (I heard so many niggas say this shit like) (Déjà vu, when I heard this shit, you know what I mean?) I'm on my last run (I don't even know why a nigga say this shit, it's quick) You know how I go (how?) Every time you think about it (about it) Fucked up all the money (what that?) It ain't no one to blame but yourself (damn, I can't fuck this up) So you mad at yourself (fuck, shit) But you can't get back at yourself (back) I told B to quit (quit), I sense the Feds comin' (I feel it) Of course he didn't listen, you can't tell a grown man nothin' He kept doin' him, so he kept hustlin' Thirty days later, the Feds bust him, damn He was on his last run Tryna get off his last ball Breaking news, indictment, 55 bricks They say a rapper connected, I'm like, "Aw, shit" Once upon a time, name is anonymous That's my nigga, he know it, we been through a lotta shit He had a play on the line, it was Christmas Eve I told him, "Fuck that lil' money", but he ain't listen to me (listen to me) Now it's R.I.P., he ain't make it Christmas but have five P's At 7:50, there was thirty-seven fifty I just wish he would've listen to me I get emotional, angry when I think about it Far as I can remember, them streets don't love anybody If you gon' quit, just quit, don't even think about it 'Cause when you say this is your last run, I doubt it (I doubt it) It's your last run (See, I never wanna be a broke rapper) I know niggas broke They ran it up and fucked it up, so now they stuck Bent on they luck, tryna get that last run (last run) They need that one hit to do that last tour Just need that big song Bought too much jewelry, took too many drugs Flew too many jets, you invested wrong, damn My investments long It's cocaine ten, this the last run She was a student and a dancer Birthday in July, she was a cancer Street smart, always got the answers Single parent living in Atlanta Baby father calling from the Fed, she don't answer Now she on her last run, tryna run her bands up Got a OnlyFans page, tryna get her fans up Tonight gon' be the night she gonna work to make a killin' She did her favorite trick but Mr. Pole Fucked around and fell from the ceiling Damn She ain't make it to that last run You hardly ever make it to the last run

I ain't recorded in over two weeks (Cash out what it do?) Okay, shit Yeah, Drank God Yeah Mud baby, I went gun crazy I got drug habits Big game, keep that stick on me Yeah that's my lil' nigga Crip member, we don't swiping Cause bitch we drug trafficking Hid the hunnid's, signed with big cheese Shout out my blood niggas (shout out my blood niggas) Hmmm, yeah, bitch we bought mud with us Hit yo city, flood the whole town I bought a tub with us (I bought a tub with us) At my show, got two hundred niggas, I brought the club with us Take that 'stendo put it on switches, I love to plug niggas I love to shoot shit, got the kujick That's two hundred, count up them blue strips Slide to Mikey, a million in cash, just got a new kit Popped a bean, then fell on the curb, I need a new mix Yeah, shit, should see the opps faces I ain't fuck cause she got no ass, hoe I am not basic Pour an eight or jumped in the 'vette, I'm in the drop wasted (skrr) Hunnid rounds, I put a sign on it, this choppa not vacant Yeah, wish they would stop hatin' Audemar got black and white diamonds, hoe I am not racist Check the gram, we got his fam mad, cause he did not make it Dropped a load, been lurkin' all night I had to swap pages Sick sipper, drinkin' click clicker, this for them big niggas Why all the opps we beefin' with broke? They need to fix niggas Check the sco' we wipe niggas nose, yeah I'm a sick nigga (fuck) Goon squad, bitch I rep that D But ain't got Trick with us (that's my uncle) Ouu, he in that trick bag, wrap him up or treat him like uh- Yeah, this a gift bag Fendi belt with Alex McQueens', I love to mix fashion He turn around, we takin' him out, I call that get back Yeah, bitch, I got a big bag I sent a play threw Cudi the blitz, bitch I'm like knick knack Bust my ears and then bust my neck, I made my wrist mad She got good brain, I pulled my dick out and told her to think fast Hm, yeah, I let my mink drag Poured a pop then ran out already, I like to drink fast Twenty thousand, stuffin' them grants, bitch I got pink cash If he don't live it then I can't listen, and plus the beats ass Crack the Qua', give me a gulp, pour that mud in double cups Diamonds on me moon walkin', run it up then fuck it up Banana clip on big drakey, AR with the monkey nuts Told take the condom when she suckin', with yo funky butt Rich off pints, two That's how we comin' back (Cash out what it do?)