Run Up a Check ft. brokendick by Diz-E Loaf Lyrics
[Intro: Diz-E Loaf]
Diz-E Loaf, bitch
Lit Maf, Three Quarters Blancos
Ugh
[Verse 1: Diz-E Loaf]
Turn yo' bitch out like a lamp
No turnin' down on the amp
If I'm feelin the dealership, in like a lion
Get keys and I'm out in the Lamb
Juicy Fruit, no jam
Off the rum, goin' ham
I got a bitch on my phone, all alone
And she wanna come over and fuck me on cam
And I'm like "bitch, is you playin'?"
And she said "no, I'm just sayin'"
I told her "come over," we get in the Rover
Bend over, and pop her like xans
IRS with the scams
IRA with the plans
I'm off the molly, she saw me just swallow it
She told me that I look just like her mans
[Chorus: brokendick]
Pull up in a Lamb, and I'm
Boutta blow a check (skrrrt)
I got so much fuckin' money
I don't even know what's next, ay (money!)
Pull up in a Lamb, and I'm
Boutta blow a check (vroom, vroom)
I got so much fuckin' money
I don't even know what's next
[Post-Chorus: brokendick & Diz-E Loaf together]
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
[Verse 2: Diz-E Loaf]
All these bad bitches on me
They see I got Eddie B
And inside that jacket I'm strapped, yeah I'm packing
And hidin' it all with the green
She said "you fuckin' with me?"
I told her she don't get no key
I look so green like I'm sick with the flu
But it's really I'm blowin' the weed
I play guitar out of key
Nobody harder than me
A twenty, a thirty, a forty, a fifty, bitch
Shut the fuck up if you can't play the fee
Ten fingers, ten toes
Walter White on my nose
Khaki jacket so froze
Flash back to befo'
[Chorus: brokendick]
Pull up in a Lamb, and I'm
Boutta blow a check (skrrrt)
I got so much fuckin' money
I don't even know what's next, ay (money!)
Pull up in a Lamb, and I'm
Boutta blow a check (vroom, vroom)
I got so much fuckin' money
I don't even know what's next
[Post-Chorus: brokendick & Diz-E Loaf together]
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
[Verse 3: brokendick]
Run up a check
I got bitches tryna throw me the neck
I know I'm skinny but I gotta flex
I got bitches thinkin' I'm showin love
But they really just one of many on deck
Pullin' on the hair but no yaga
Got a bank account but with no commas
I be in the house like I'm Obama
Never not funny like "yo mamma"
Brokendick, I had to do it to 'em
I was runnin' shit, ain't had to try
I'm flippin' burgers and slangin' them fries
I'm boutta fuck her and cum in her eyes
Twenty years old and I'm posted up
Ain't at the top but I'm close enough
Whip it out, cause she 'posed to suck
I know ya mom, tell that hoe wassup
Diz-E Loaf, bitch
Lit Maf, Three Quarters Blancos
Ugh
[Verse 1: Diz-E Loaf]
Turn yo' bitch out like a lamp
No turnin' down on the amp
If I'm feelin the dealership, in like a lion
Get keys and I'm out in the Lamb
Juicy Fruit, no jam
Off the rum, goin' ham
I got a bitch on my phone, all alone
And she wanna come over and fuck me on cam
And I'm like "bitch, is you playin'?"
And she said "no, I'm just sayin'"
I told her "come over," we get in the Rover
Bend over, and pop her like xans
IRS with the scams
IRA with the plans
I'm off the molly, she saw me just swallow it
She told me that I look just like her mans
[Chorus: brokendick]
Pull up in a Lamb, and I'm
Boutta blow a check (skrrrt)
I got so much fuckin' money
I don't even know what's next, ay (money!)
Pull up in a Lamb, and I'm
Boutta blow a check (vroom, vroom)
I got so much fuckin' money
I don't even know what's next
[Post-Chorus: brokendick & Diz-E Loaf together]
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
[Verse 2: Diz-E Loaf]
All these bad bitches on me
They see I got Eddie B
And inside that jacket I'm strapped, yeah I'm packing
And hidin' it all with the green
She said "you fuckin' with me?"
I told her she don't get no key
I look so green like I'm sick with the flu
But it's really I'm blowin' the weed
I play guitar out of key
Nobody harder than me
A twenty, a thirty, a forty, a fifty, bitch
Shut the fuck up if you can't play the fee
Ten fingers, ten toes
Walter White on my nose
Khaki jacket so froze
Flash back to befo'
[Chorus: brokendick]
Pull up in a Lamb, and I'm
Boutta blow a check (skrrrt)
I got so much fuckin' money
I don't even know what's next, ay (money!)
Pull up in a Lamb, and I'm
Boutta blow a check (vroom, vroom)
I got so much fuckin' money
I don't even know what's next
[Post-Chorus: brokendick & Diz-E Loaf together]
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
Ay ooh, run up a check
[Verse 3: brokendick]
Run up a check
I got bitches tryna throw me the neck
I know I'm skinny but I gotta flex
I got bitches thinkin' I'm showin love
But they really just one of many on deck
Pullin' on the hair but no yaga
Got a bank account but with no commas
I be in the house like I'm Obama
Never not funny like "yo mamma"
Brokendick, I had to do it to 'em
I was runnin' shit, ain't had to try
I'm flippin' burgers and slangin' them fries
I'm boutta fuck her and cum in her eyes
Twenty years old and I'm posted up
Ain't at the top but I'm close enough
Whip it out, cause she 'posed to suck
I know ya mom, tell that hoe wassup