Run It Up by Tino Szn Lyrics
[Hook]
Count it up, Count it up, niggas always throwin shade
Run it up, Run it up, riding round town in a wraith
Going up, Going up, I don’t care what they say
Going Dumb, Going Dumb, talkin down bet he get slayed
[Verse]
Slayed, chop to his head like a fade
Diamonds, that’s all on my face
He talkin tough, that’s a fade
Rollie my wrist, what’s the date?
I, told that boy make something shake
Bad bitch, she wet like a lake
Know im the goat, better stay out my way
She bad, bad, bad
Vlone on me cause im poppin the tags
Racks lowkey, got them shits in the back
Nigga talk down then he catching the Mac
I was on wock with the oxy, got too many bands on me, this shit is real
I might go fuck on your bitch for the culture, then drop her that shit is a kill
This shit is forreal, i told that nigga to chill
I do this shit for the thrill
I told my bro crack the seal
Diamonds they wet, navy seal
I used to ball on the field
Now imma chase me deal
She suck me up, i say ew
Patek, it’s wet like the sea
Diamond so cold i can ski
You know the feature ain’t free
Cartier frames, i see, (ee)
Huh, i move like a boss
New Richard millie, it cost
If he talk down, that’s a loss
Bitch you know i got the sauce
[Hook]
Count it up, Count it up, niggas always throwin shade
Run it up, Run it up, riding round town in a wraith
Going up, Going up, I don’t care what they say
Going Dumb, Going Dumb, talkin down bet he get slayed
[Verse]
She be like “Tino won’t call back”
Girl you know I’m focused on the bag, gotta fall back
All these bitches bad, but they boujee, ain’t all that
I was down bad, now my haters lookin all sad
Hold up, back it up
Too many bands, gotta pack it up
Too many bands, gotta rack it up
Vlone on my body, not tatted up
Skirrr, she gimme brain, she a nerd
That Lamborghini not yours
My swag so sick, got no cure
Water my neck and it’s pure
Bad bitch she get on my nerves
Bitch I can’t fuck with no birds
Everything, got it, i earned
She was on Molly and X
She bad, she ain’t giving me neck
So gone, so I can’t even text
I walk around like a T-Rex
1-2-3-4, Bands
That’s 40 C-Notes, on pants
Jumping off a jet, when we land
Run up the racks, yes we can!
Can tino take over? Yes he can!
[Hook]
Count it up, Count it up, niggas always throwin shade
Run it up, Run it up, riding round town in a wraith
Going up, Going up, I don’t care what they say
Going Dumb, Going Dumb, talkin down bet he get slayed
Count it up, Count it up, niggas always throwin shade
Run it up, Run it up, riding round town in a wraith
Going up, Going up, I don’t care what they say
Going Dumb, Going Dumb, talkin down bet he get slayed
[Verse]
Slayed, chop to his head like a fade
Diamonds, that’s all on my face
He talkin tough, that’s a fade
Rollie my wrist, what’s the date?
I, told that boy make something shake
Bad bitch, she wet like a lake
Know im the goat, better stay out my way
She bad, bad, bad
Vlone on me cause im poppin the tags
Racks lowkey, got them shits in the back
Nigga talk down then he catching the Mac
I was on wock with the oxy, got too many bands on me, this shit is real
I might go fuck on your bitch for the culture, then drop her that shit is a kill
This shit is forreal, i told that nigga to chill
I do this shit for the thrill
I told my bro crack the seal
Diamonds they wet, navy seal
I used to ball on the field
Now imma chase me deal
She suck me up, i say ew
Patek, it’s wet like the sea
Diamond so cold i can ski
You know the feature ain’t free
Cartier frames, i see, (ee)
Huh, i move like a boss
New Richard millie, it cost
If he talk down, that’s a loss
Bitch you know i got the sauce
[Hook]
Count it up, Count it up, niggas always throwin shade
Run it up, Run it up, riding round town in a wraith
Going up, Going up, I don’t care what they say
Going Dumb, Going Dumb, talkin down bet he get slayed
[Verse]
She be like “Tino won’t call back”
Girl you know I’m focused on the bag, gotta fall back
All these bitches bad, but they boujee, ain’t all that
I was down bad, now my haters lookin all sad
Hold up, back it up
Too many bands, gotta pack it up
Too many bands, gotta rack it up
Vlone on my body, not tatted up
Skirrr, she gimme brain, she a nerd
That Lamborghini not yours
My swag so sick, got no cure
Water my neck and it’s pure
Bad bitch she get on my nerves
Bitch I can’t fuck with no birds
Everything, got it, i earned
She was on Molly and X
She bad, she ain’t giving me neck
So gone, so I can’t even text
I walk around like a T-Rex
1-2-3-4, Bands
That’s 40 C-Notes, on pants
Jumping off a jet, when we land
Run up the racks, yes we can!
Can tino take over? Yes he can!
[Hook]
Count it up, Count it up, niggas always throwin shade
Run it up, Run it up, riding round town in a wraith
Going up, Going up, I don’t care what they say
Going Dumb, Going Dumb, talkin down bet he get slayed