Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Stop
I fill my double cup up with the wock
Cops and robbers I was never a cop
Told her to suck it up she a sore loser
I got shooters shooting like hoosiers
Good brain
Think I need a tutor
She trynna sleep over I'm calling an Uber
I got loud
Shh be quiet
Hoe hit my phone had to put it on vibrate
I step out
Don't even try it
Look at my wrist it's looking like the ice age
She too fat
Think she need to diet
I won't even look at her call it a blind date
This ain't that
She wasn't invited
But she gon' try to come and pull up to my place
Yo breath stink
Get up out of my face
She throwing it back like Myspace
Pull up in a Jeep we pull off in an i8
My pockets heavy your pockets on flyweight
Big body whip I can't pull out the driveway
I hit Rebecca Black up on a Friday
I hit him once now he look at me sideways
I'm making waves
All you do is ride waves
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Stop
I fill my double cup up with the wock
Cops and robbers I was never a cop
Told her to suck it up she a sore loser
I got shooters shooting like hoosiers
Good brain
Think I need a tutor
She trynna sleep over I'm calling an Uber
Ooh
Ooh
Call her an Uber and she getting out of there
You got some clothes that you don't know how to wear
Middle of summer and I'm rocking outerwear
Ooh
Ooh
Call her a Lyft and tell her she gotta go
I'm not a farmer but I got a lotta hoes
She wanna eat imma take her to Pappadeaux
Ooh
Ooh
I put a drum on the choppa it's a drum roll
Hoe hit my phone she got blocked I'm Mutombo
Trunk in the front of my whip just like Dumbo
Ooh
Ooh
Four in the morning I'm still in the studio
She hit my phone way too much she a groupie hoe
Two Gs with me but this is not Gucci though
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Stop
I fill my double cup up with the wock
Cops and robbers I was never a cop
Told her to suck it up she a sore loser
I got shooters shooting like hoosiers
Good brain
Think I need a tutor
She trynna sleep over I'm calling an Uber
Will Crayton - Run It Up Lyrics
Will Crayton - Run It Up Lyrics
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Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Stop
I fill my double cup up with the wock
Cops and robbers I was never a cop
Told her to suck it up she a sore loser
I got shooters shooting like hoosiers
Good brain
Think I need a tutor
She trynna sleep over I'm calling an Uber
I got loud
Shh be quiet
Hoe hit my phone had to put it on vibrate
I step out
Don't even try it
Look at my wrist it's looking like the ice age
She too fat
Think she need to diet
I won't even look at her call it a blind date
This ain't that
She wasn't invited
But she gon' try to come and pull up to my place
Yo breath stink
Get up out of my face
She throwing it back like Myspace
Pull up in a Jeep we pull off in an i8
My pockets heavy your pockets on flyweight
Big body whip I can't pull out the driveway
I hit Rebecca Black up on a Friday
I hit him once now he look at me sideways
I'm making waves
All you do is ride waves
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Stop
I fill my double cup up with the wock
Cops and robbers I was never a cop
Told her to suck it up she a sore loser
I got shooters shooting like hoosiers
Good brain
Think I need a tutor
She trynna sleep over I'm calling an Uber
Ooh
Ooh
Call her an Uber and she getting out of there
You got some clothes that you don't know how to wear
Middle of summer and I'm rocking outerwear
Ooh
Ooh
Call her a Lyft and tell her she gotta go
I'm not a farmer but I got a lotta hoes
She wanna eat imma take her to Pappadeaux
Ooh
Ooh
I put a drum on the choppa it's a drum roll
Hoe hit my phone she got blocked I'm Mutombo
Trunk in the front of my whip just like Dumbo
Ooh
Ooh
Four in the morning I'm still in the studio
She hit my phone way too much she a groupie hoe
Two Gs with me but this is not Gucci though
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Stop
I fill my double cup up with the wock
Cops and robbers I was never a cop
Told her to suck it up she a sore loser
I got shooters shooting like hoosiers
Good brain
Think I need a tutor
She trynna sleep over I'm calling an Uber
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Stop
I fill my double cup up with the wock
Cops and robbers I was never a cop
Told her to suck it up she a sore loser
I got shooters shooting like hoosiers
Good brain
Think I need a tutor
She trynna sleep over I'm calling an Uber
I got loud
Shh be quiet
Hoe hit my phone had to put it on vibrate
I step out
Don't even try it
Look at my wrist it's looking like the ice age
She too fat
Think she need to diet
I won't even look at her call it a blind date
This ain't that
She wasn't invited
But she gon' try to come and pull up to my place
Yo breath stink
Get up out of my face
She throwing it back like Myspace
Pull up in a Jeep we pull off in an i8
My pockets heavy your pockets on flyweight
Big body whip I can't pull out the driveway
I hit Rebecca Black up on a Friday
I hit him once now he look at me sideways
I'm making waves
All you do is ride waves
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Stop
I fill my double cup up with the wock
Cops and robbers I was never a cop
Told her to suck it up she a sore loser
I got shooters shooting like hoosiers
Good brain
Think I need a tutor
She trynna sleep over I'm calling an Uber
Ooh
Ooh
Call her an Uber and she getting out of there
You got some clothes that you don't know how to wear
Middle of summer and I'm rocking outerwear
Ooh
Ooh
Call her a Lyft and tell her she gotta go
I'm not a farmer but I got a lotta hoes
She wanna eat imma take her to Pappadeaux
Ooh
Ooh
I put a drum on the choppa it's a drum roll
Hoe hit my phone she got blocked I'm Mutombo
Trunk in the front of my whip just like Dumbo
Ooh
Ooh
Four in the morning I'm still in the studio
She hit my phone way too much she a groupie hoe
Two Gs with me but this is not Gucci though
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Stop
I fill my double cup up with the wock
Cops and robbers I was never a cop
Told her to suck it up she a sore loser
I got shooters shooting like hoosiers
Good brain
Think I need a tutor
She trynna sleep over I'm calling an Uber
Writer: William Crayton
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