(I Love You Sellout)
(I got bands in my pocket)
(Bands in my pocket)
(Bands in my pocket)
(Bands in my pocket)
(Gang!)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Yeah
Gucci, Prada, Louis
I'm bout to flex that shit
Ksubi's, Dollars, Truly
I'm bout to stretch that shit
I told half of these niggas that I'm in the field
But they ain't catch that shit
I'm a dog money come to me
I know you see that, Ion gotta' flex that shit
Okay, okay, okay, okay, let me calm down, bro
I'm going too dumb
(Haha)
Sike ha, Stupid, you broke
Can't take you serious, lil' bro you a joke
I ball on the court when you shoot and you choke
Shawty be lovin' when I grab on her throat
She calling me papi, she know I'm the GOAT
I'm so geeked up, I'm finna' float
I got the gas, that's for sure
I'm the main event, pop at your show
When you hit that lil' ho, she dryin' lil' dude
Look at the sky and the sky real blue
Like the bands in my pocket
Punch your eye out the socket
I got motion, like I'm poppin
Walk in saks and I'm shoppin
Gucci, Prada, Louis
I'm bout to flex that shit
Ksubi's, Dollars, Truly
I'm bout to stretch that shit
I told half of these niggas that I'm in the field
But they ain't catch that shit
I'm a dog money come to me
I know you see that, Ion gotta' flex that shit
Bands
I pass it to all of my mans
Got the zaza' all up all of my hands
F*ck on malu if I get the chance
Uh-huh, uh
F*ckin' bad hoe is a habit
I swear to God, your lil' lil' bitch is a rabbit
The way she bounce on my dick, her licks elastic
For all of my money and that is my tactic
Huh, damn
My bad bad, I didn't even mean to spaz
I just be livin', smokin' on gas
Got the cops on my motherf*ckin
Got the cops on my motherf*ckin' ass
Stop sendin' songs, your shit is trash
Said you want a feature, might have to tax
One little bad bitch yeah just told me she wanna f*ck again, I told her let's run it back
That bitch tatted my name on her
But she kinda snowbunny like Lana Rose
That bitch get real horny when I pull out
Y'all both on my handy-dandy-lookin' pose
I know my ex-bitch, see the come up
I know she on my Insta, yeah, look in that pose
Man, it's f*ck that bitch, I know that bitch is trapped
And she smell like a motherf*cker burnt toast
Gucci, Prada, Louis
I'm bout to fetch that shit
Ksubi's, Dollars, Truly
I'm bout to stretch that shit
I told half of these niggas that I'm in the field
But they ain't catch that shit
I'm a dog money come to me
I know you see that
Ion gotta' flex that shit
Lasellout - RUNITUP! (feat. RuziRec) Lyrics
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English
(I Love You Sellout)
(I got bands in my pocket)
(Bands in my pocket)
(Bands in my pocket)
(Bands in my pocket)
(Gang!)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Yeah
Gucci, Prada, Louis
I'm bout to flex that shit
Ksubi's, Dollars, Truly
I'm bout to stretch that shit
I told half of these niggas that I'm in the field
But they ain't catch that shit
I'm a dog money come to me
I know you see that, Ion gotta' flex that shit
Okay, okay, okay, okay, let me calm down, bro
I'm going too dumb
(Haha)
Sike ha, Stupid, you broke
Can't take you serious, lil' bro you a joke
I ball on the court when you shoot and you choke
Shawty be lovin' when I grab on her throat
She calling me papi, she know I'm the GOAT
I'm so geeked up, I'm finna' float
I got the gas, that's for sure
I'm the main event, pop at your show
When you hit that lil' ho, she dryin' lil' dude
Look at the sky and the sky real blue
Like the bands in my pocket
Punch your eye out the socket
I got motion, like I'm poppin
Walk in saks and I'm shoppin
Gucci, Prada, Louis
I'm bout to flex that shit
Ksubi's, Dollars, Truly
I'm bout to stretch that shit
I told half of these niggas that I'm in the field
But they ain't catch that shit
I'm a dog money come to me
I know you see that, Ion gotta' flex that shit
Bands
I pass it to all of my mans
Got the zaza' all up all of my hands
F*ck on malu if I get the chance
Uh-huh, uh
F*ckin' bad hoe is a habit
I swear to God, your lil' lil' bitch is a rabbit
The way she bounce on my dick, her licks elastic
For all of my money and that is my tactic
Huh, damn
My bad bad, I didn't even mean to spaz
I just be livin', smokin' on gas
Got the cops on my motherf*ckin
Got the cops on my motherf*ckin' ass
Stop sendin' songs, your shit is trash
Said you want a feature, might have to tax
One little bad bitch yeah just told me she wanna f*ck again, I told her let's run it back
That bitch tatted my name on her
But she kinda snowbunny like Lana Rose
That bitch get real horny when I pull out
Y'all both on my handy-dandy-lookin' pose
I know my ex-bitch, see the come up
I know she on my Insta, yeah, look in that pose
Man, it's f*ck that bitch, I know that bitch is trapped
And she smell like a motherf*cker burnt toast
Gucci, Prada, Louis
I'm bout to fetch that shit
Ksubi's, Dollars, Truly
I'm bout to stretch that shit
I told half of these niggas that I'm in the field
But they ain't catch that shit
I'm a dog money come to me
I know you see that
Ion gotta' flex that shit
(I got bands in my pocket)
(Bands in my pocket)
(Bands in my pocket)
(Bands in my pocket)
(Gang!)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Yeah
Gucci, Prada, Louis
I'm bout to flex that shit
Ksubi's, Dollars, Truly
I'm bout to stretch that shit
I told half of these niggas that I'm in the field
But they ain't catch that shit
I'm a dog money come to me
I know you see that, Ion gotta' flex that shit
Okay, okay, okay, okay, let me calm down, bro
I'm going too dumb
(Haha)
Sike ha, Stupid, you broke
Can't take you serious, lil' bro you a joke
I ball on the court when you shoot and you choke
Shawty be lovin' when I grab on her throat
She calling me papi, she know I'm the GOAT
I'm so geeked up, I'm finna' float
I got the gas, that's for sure
I'm the main event, pop at your show
When you hit that lil' ho, she dryin' lil' dude
Look at the sky and the sky real blue
Like the bands in my pocket
Punch your eye out the socket
I got motion, like I'm poppin
Walk in saks and I'm shoppin
Gucci, Prada, Louis
I'm bout to flex that shit
Ksubi's, Dollars, Truly
I'm bout to stretch that shit
I told half of these niggas that I'm in the field
But they ain't catch that shit
I'm a dog money come to me
I know you see that, Ion gotta' flex that shit
Bands
I pass it to all of my mans
Got the zaza' all up all of my hands
F*ck on malu if I get the chance
Uh-huh, uh
F*ckin' bad hoe is a habit
I swear to God, your lil' lil' bitch is a rabbit
The way she bounce on my dick, her licks elastic
For all of my money and that is my tactic
Huh, damn
My bad bad, I didn't even mean to spaz
I just be livin', smokin' on gas
Got the cops on my motherf*ckin
Got the cops on my motherf*ckin' ass
Stop sendin' songs, your shit is trash
Said you want a feature, might have to tax
One little bad bitch yeah just told me she wanna f*ck again, I told her let's run it back
That bitch tatted my name on her
But she kinda snowbunny like Lana Rose
That bitch get real horny when I pull out
Y'all both on my handy-dandy-lookin' pose
I know my ex-bitch, see the come up
I know she on my Insta, yeah, look in that pose
Man, it's f*ck that bitch, I know that bitch is trapped
And she smell like a motherf*cker burnt toast
Gucci, Prada, Louis
I'm bout to fetch that shit
Ksubi's, Dollars, Truly
I'm bout to stretch that shit
I told half of these niggas that I'm in the field
But they ain't catch that shit
I'm a dog money come to me
I know you see that
Ion gotta' flex that shit
Writer: Latrell Herbert
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