Run Up (feat. SKYXXX)

Ay, my Wraith look like a snowball

Chopper take your nose off

Ay, here's a clip

Go and shut up snitchers

All I do is go hard, pull up in a sports car

Ay, this is Louis Vutton, this ain't no bull yard

Cold like Minnesota

Give her Coca-Cola

I fly your bitch out

She sent you a postcard

Huffy, huffy

Huffy, you're like puffy

My bitch look like Buffy

And she ride me like a Huffy

Wicked rich, be back in a jiffy

Oh, wicked, wicked

Told her need to work it

Don't get tripped

Trigger finger itchy

Watch me smokin' biffy

This is sticky-icky

Huh, winner, winner

Winner chicken dinner

I pull up in that Cadi with the spinner

Stop, did she just roll up her sweatshirt?

(Bitch, she did)

Someone get this bitch out of my spinner

Take a shot, motherfucker

Bitch, I need that clip

Take a shot, motherfucker

Bitch, I need that clip

Motherfuckers wanna run up the block, ay

I just tell them **** I've been runnin' the block

And my Phantom way too big to fit in this parking spot

I guess I'm gonna have to find a whole parking lot

Ay yo Slush, drop the track

I'm about to give these **** a heart attack

I'ma get that strap, man, run 'em to back of the bank

Till I have all of that

What you know about fifty karat, man?

While you packed up in the party, yeah

Matter of fact, white walls in the Cadillac

Drive-by along, I'll be back right now