Tr3yway - Run Up Lyrics

I'm bout to run up a check
I'm bouta run up and flex
I'm inna whip wit yo bitch, we Ran on yo mans just know that You next
All this designer it's gucci
She want me to f*ck on her Coochie
All of my shows out the country, Headed to paris to find me a Hoochie
I got a flow like nascar
Faster it go the more hard
These bitches acting like nike, They tell me you just need to do It tonight T
But i got these niggas tryna fight Me
And i got these haters tryn light Me
So i'm bout to hop in the whip And pull out this stick, blow Rounds like they ray beams
My niggas grippin extendos
Hotbox roll down the window
What the f*ck you think i'm Here for
Iced outed call me sub zero
Japanese smoking good blow
Saving hoes you a hero
Turn up live at my new show
All of my diamonds they clear Hoe

All these niggas they fronting Huh
All these bitches they stunting Huh
These niggas all in the feelings They wanted to get me while i Just chilling
They want all my Shit, they wanna be killing, now
They look at me like i'm a damn Villian, i'm bouta be up like i Was the ceiling
In case that i die Imma write me a will and
My niggas they hurting man i'm Tryna heal em, these niggas they Banging like they from the ville
And, my niggas stay lurking like They navy sealing, just give it a Second and see how i'm feeling
Yung Starr my producer, you Know we gon kill it
Tripp Mill Coming soon, you know we stay Realing, i'm wit all my niggas we
Fooling like children, f*ck all The ones i just want the Millions, and then after that we Chasing the billions

I'm bout to run up a check
I'm bout to run up and flex
I'm in a whip wit you bitch we Ran on your mans just know That you next
All this designer it's gucci
She want me f*ck on her Coochie
All of my shoes out the country, Headed to paris to find me a Hoochie