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Run It Up Video (MV)




Performed By: ZTK
Length: 2:11
Written by: Isaiah Edwards




ZTK - Run It Up Lyrics




Run it up, check up
Flex I do
Pulling up, sick
Flexed up Achoo
Diamonds tissue got the flu
Hit ya tissue then we move
No bullets missing hit ya roof
It felt like chickens in the coupe

Rollie never ticking missing digits on the watch
And I'm only getting 'benjin counting digits up a lot
If I'm f*cking with them bitches give my dick then out the spot
And I'm f*cking on ya miss she want attention and it's hot
Like belt got strap
Semi Santa on my lap
Pull with Bam and let it slap
Never 'perpin never cap
Bitch I always go ham
You ain't never doing that
Put the pistol to his back
He ain't never coming back

Run it up, check up
Flex I do
Pulling up, sick
Flexed up Achoo
Diamonds tissue got the flu
Hit ya tissue then we move
No bullets missing hit ya roof
It felt like chickens in the coupe

I got birdies in the trap bdr bdr they hitting my phone
Ain't talking pigeons then leave me 'lone
Got yo bitch to give me dome
Sloppy shit
All my swag they copy it
I ain't got no pace but
Somehow they still like me bitch
Oh is that yo main girl? She told me she wanna wife me bitch
Yo girl like a bike boy, all she do is ride me bitch
Feel like I'm a trolly bitch
White ass bitch like Holly bitch
Rugrats got the Tommy bitch
Zay might catch a 'homi bitch
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Run it up, check up
Flex I do
Pulling up, sick
Flexed up Achoo
Diamonds tissue got the flu
Hit ya tissue then we move
No bullets missing hit ya roof
It felt like chickens in the coupe

Rollie never ticking missing digits on the watch
And I'm only getting 'benjin counting digits up a lot
If I'm f*cking with them bitches give my dick then out the spot
And I'm f*cking on ya miss she want attention and it's hot
Like belt got strap
Semi Santa on my lap
Pull with Bam and let it slap
Never 'perpin never cap
Bitch I always go ham
You ain't never doing that
Put the pistol to his back
He ain't never coming back

Run it up, check up
Flex I do
Pulling up, sick
Flexed up Achoo
Diamonds tissue got the flu
Hit ya tissue then we move
No bullets missing hit ya roof
It felt like chickens in the coupe

I got birdies in the trap bdr bdr they hitting my phone
Ain't talking pigeons then leave me 'lone
Got yo bitch to give me dome
Sloppy shit
All my swag they copy it
I ain't got no pace but
Somehow they still like me bitch
Oh is that yo main girl? She told me she wanna wife me bitch
Yo girl like a bike boy, all she do is ride me bitch
Feel like I'm a trolly bitch
White ass bitch like Holly bitch
Rugrats got the Tommy bitch
Zay might catch a 'homi bitch
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Writer: Isaiah Edwards
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