Ran It Up
Rich the Kid, Young Thug
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I put more rings in my fingers I got that white like Topanga Walk in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to f*ck it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a f*ck My dick in her mouth a retainer I pull out the strap with a laser The Goyard got racks you a hater I got that white like Topanga Run it up, walked up with 50 racks, my pockets stuffed I got a Glock like a ranger, walk up on me you in danger Skrt, I was broke 'til I whipped the vert Bend it over, that's yo bitch, I’m liftin’ up her skirt You cuffing’ that ho like a cop, I'm bagging queens on the block Rick Owens it cost me a whole lot of guap Ain’t fuckin' I just want the top I put more rings in my fingers I got her white like Topanga Walk in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to f*ck it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a f*ck I put more rings in my fingers I got her white like a hanger Walk in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to f*ck it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a f*ck If a pussy nigga hatin’ I don’t give a f*ck If a pussy bitch hatin’ I don’t give a shit I’m just tryna' duck the police nigga crime shit I’m just tryna' duck them people in them crown vics Pour a four then slow up Told that bitch put her clothes up I8 got the doors up Sandwich on me, nigga cold cut Recording on the back of the bus and I'm poured up, (Swear) Make the lil bitch jump like a frog yeah nigga I told her I put more rings in my fingers I got her white like a Topanga Walk in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to f*ck it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a f*ck I put more rings in my fingers I got her white like a Topanga Walk in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to f*ck it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a f*ck Your main bitch the one you hate I need that lean like a patient I know that you said I wouldn’t make it I'm walkin' Chanel, got on laces Give a f*ck about the magazines, the pistol it comin' with magazines Rich The Kid on beat, bend her over make her skeet I got intentions to f*ck it up They hating’ on me I don’t care, Fendi socks and underwear In love with the man in the mirror Hold up ran up a sack then brought it to the trap We forever on the map Breaking my wrist bring it back The Mazi I painted it matte black I put more rings in my fingers I got her white like a Topanga Walk in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to f*ck it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a f*ck I put more rings in my fingers I got her white like a Topanga Walk in trap with my banger A mansion I don’t got no neighbors Pocket stuff got a check just to f*ck it up Ran it up they been hatin’ I don’t give a f*ck
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Written by: DIMITRI ROGER, JEFFREY WILLIAMS
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