Run It Up - Madchild

Now that I’m feeling the vibe

I’m feeling really alive

I don’t need any advice

Throw you up plenty of lies

Run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it up

Don’t be offending me, that is a penalty

All of this negative energy

You’re not a friend of me, please don’t pretend to be

I still remember my enemies

I take a shot with some penalties (Pow!)

Snap like I’m off with it mentally

Run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it-

They’re in a serious state of delirious

Hater won’t make 'em deteriorate

It get’s eerier, wait!

These interior gay fuckin' rappers are makin' me furious, break

She like when I’m makin' them sounds

Like when I’m breakin' it down

She like when I’m tearin' it down

Said I should be wearin' the crown

Hop up the merry-go-round

Pain that I carry around

Come back to bed with you clowns

This is your burial ground

Run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it up

I hit up Gucci and run it up

I hit up Louie and run it up

Mad like money, Mad like pussy, Mad like working out

Mad like money, Mad like pussy, Mad like working out

I like making money when you hear my mouth screaming

Pay attention but I ain’t no fuckin' clout demon

Manic infest, I’m a manic depressant with Xanax I guess

But I’m back on my shit, I’m immaculate, bitch

I won’t ask them for shit but won’t cough up for shit

I just laugh at this shit

I’m happy to get what I’m after I guess

I don’t need you, I’ll feed you, I’m back on my shit

I walk in the room with a couple of goons

And I don’t hear anyone laughin' and shit

My thoughts aren’t agreeing again, like it’s a mechanical belt

So I’d like to skin 'em alive, hang up their animal pelts

I hear the sound of the bell, I hear the sound of the bell

I am a savage from Hell but I can handle it well

I got one phone, that’s a trap phone

Got one phone, that’s a smashed phone

If I’m jacking you with that Nicholson

Then I’m robbin' 'em, no Bat phone

'Bout to go nuts and do doughnuts

To your girlfriend, she’s a grown up

She can choose not to respond

But she respond now my phone blowin' up

I’m like «Oh fuck!», she like «Oh fuck?»

I’m like «Hold up!», she like «Fuck that!

What’s your Whatsapp and your address?

Need some real dick in my buttsap»

I said «Bust down», she said «Bust that»

Then she bust off like a Mustang

It’s fucked up that I fucked her up

Bust a couple nuts in that nutbag

I’m a scumbag

I hit up Gucci and run it up

I hit up Louie and run it up

I hit the dealership, run it up

I get the feeling I’m coming up