Correction Lyrics Run Up A Sack by Kyyngg

Featuring(s) : Prynce

Back

Lyrics

Can you please roll out the carpets?
I'm fresh out the jet and I'm fly as the wings on the Lear
Droppin' a thirty on this Rollie
Get me a new one and give it to one of my kids
One minute you hate me, one minute you love me
That shit gon' turn out bad for you in the end
That money put a nigga all in his feelings
I don't give a f*ck, bitch, I want me a billion
Duffin' the coupe, oh
I'm hotter than you, oh
My bitch, she a clean [?]
I'm all in that water like Nemo, ha ha
Run up a sack, oh, yeah
Spend all the racks, oh, yeah
Get it right back, oh, yeah
Got married in Saks, oh, yeah

[Prynce]
All this ice around my neck, that's why I'm chill
I can't f*ck 'round with the fake 'cause I'm too real
f*ck who you with, bitch, I'ma tell you how I feel, yeah
But with you and me and Kyyngg, let's have a film, yeah, yeah
I'm just tryna roll my weed, yeah
Put some diamonds in my teeth, yeah
Bangin' bloods, you know I bleed, yeah
Oh, they know I'm for real
These bitches jockin' me 'cause they know I'm that deal
It ain't enough food on my plate, I need a meal, yeah

[Kyyngg]
I hop in that coupe on the way to New Orleans
New ice on my neck, bitch, I call it the water
I need all the racks, tryna spoil my lil daughter
That coke off the boat in the country from Florida
Bitch, call my Kyyngg, no Quavo, I'm huncho
Balmain jeans, pockets bustin' from the nacho
Ice on my neck and my ear and my wrist
Fell in love with my charms, said she like how I glis'
Yeah, make her praise me, I'm a king
I know, that these niggas envy me
Oh, run up the racks and they watchin' us eat
f*ck it, like I'm Young Turk, bitch, I'm thuggin', yeah
'member when they didn't believe in me?
When I was down, they had no love for Kyyngg
I told my brothers I won't change on 'em, yeah

music video

Your name will be published. Leave fields blanks to remain anonymous.