Young Scrabble - Run It Up (feat. Flacko) Lyrics

Run it up to heaven cause you can't kill my high
Sky of stars, not planes, kick back, shoes fly
Issa vibe, be a billionaire boy when I die
Everybody getting lit, to the sky, who am I?

I breathe fire like Komodo
Roll on beans like cocoa
All these hoes want Froyo
Keep it on the low low
I don't live in slomo
I'm a Gucci you a Polo
Live by yolo riding solo
I'm a Hershey you a Rolo
Kill you off like hematoma

In the Jenny coupe and we eating calamari
Vision getting starry popping bottles hari-kari
On the moon for mankind no i couldn't take a step
Swabbing out your girl and it's no strep test

Why the f*ck you hating?
Helen Keller to my greatness
Flacko roll this blunt and face it
Take my shots without a chaser
Sick of waiting, now I'm taking over
Watch my f*cking ratings
I'm a rotten ass tomato
I'm a devil with a halo

In the jenny coupe and we eating calamari
Vision getting starry popping bottles hari-kari
NJ living smoking blunts on the boardwalk
My goals are reality, yours? more talk

Cause we all got dreams
I'm raking cash like a toll
Your overzealous thinking put your tongue on a pole
I'm home alone watching home alone
Is your momma home?
I'mma write a poem
So you gimme dome

And we gonna run it up
Straight to the top
Yeah I flex a lot
Raff Simmons Stan Smiths
Diamonds on me dancing
Yeah, it's the good life
Shawty said I look nice
Cashing checks, breaking necks
Pull up on me I'mma put you to rest

W-welcome to my life
Imma show you how to live it right
Catch a flight, blow a check out
Like a candle light
I can take you far, come right in my foreign car
Money come and go faster than a shooting star
Living in paradise
Coupe
With a pair of dimes
Yeah I can't waste no time
I'm always on the grind
Yeah watch me shine
Watch me come take whats mine
Water not the tap, no It's alkaline

Don't slip don't trip I be dripping like a hose
Skate on your girl like I'm a pro you know how it goes
Your girl wanna look like Kate Moss
Think she need, some weight loss
Money green like moss
Car fast loud exhaust
Living my life like I cannot go broke always doing the most and I gotta keep going!
Snakes in the grass it's time to get mowing!
Jenny too fast it be like a boeing!
I can take you far
Come right in my foreign car
Money come and go faster than a shooting star

Cause we all got dreams
I'm raking cash like a toll
Your overzealous thinking put your tongue on a pole
I'm home alone watching home alone
Is your momma home?
I'mma write a poem
So you gimme dome

And we gonna run it up
Straight to the top
Yeah I flex a lot
Raff Simmons Stan Smiths
Diamonds on me dancing
Yeah, it's the good life
Shawty said I look nice
Cashing checks, breaking necks
Pull up on me I'mma put you to rest