Run it up Lyrics – D-Block Europe, French Montana

Read the full Run it up lyrics by D-Block Europe and French Montana from the album WORLDWIDE WAVE along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy D Block Europe’s music, you can also explore MY DAWG and Change On Me, two other songs by D Block Europe.

[Intro]
Yo, eight8

[Chorus: French Montana]
Run it up until they call the law
Run it up like there’s no tomorrow
Any weather, baby, we gon’ ball
Copped my b!tch a Audemars
If she leaves, she won’t go far
She say French, she take me overseas
She want a hundred, not a couple G’s
She might put your heart on freeze

Ain’t loyal, she gotta leave
Never met a b!tch I need

[Verse 1: Dirtbike LB]
Oh, if she ain’t a freak, she gotta go
I put a Glock inside the Birkin when I roll
So much Quagen in my cup, I’m dying slow
I brought the Drac’ with mе ’cause I know them n!ggas, oh

[Verse 2: Young Adz]
One hand on thе wheel, one finger on her G-spot
I got a bad, bad day, new problems in the OT spot
The king of my city, they don’t ask me for ID, no
Get clapped behind this bankroll ’cause I need (??)

[Chorus: French Montana]
Run it up until they call the law
Run it up like there’s no tomorrow
Any weather, baby, we gon’ ball
Copped my b!tch a Audemars
If she leaves, she won’t go far
She say French, she take me overseas
She want a hundred, not a couple G’s
She might put your heart on freeze
Ain’t loyal, she gotta leave

Never met a b!tch I need

[Verse 3: Young Adz]
Oh, Bando Baby 29, I’m on a roll
Three-hundred thousand on my neck, I got a cold
We dig them hammers out the dirt and tag your (??)
She shopping in Sephora then she jump back in the Rolls

[Verse 4: French Montana]
Told shorty, “Ball, hunt the law,” she went cuckoo
Deal in my garage and the cars, I go boo-boo
She think I won’t leave (??), she delulu
Bad boy from the Bronx with a (??), it get voodoo

[Chorus: French Montana]
Run it up until they call the law
Run it up like there’s no tomorrow
Any weather, baby, we gon’ ball
Copped my b!tch a Audemars
If she leaves, she won’t go far
She say French, she take me overseas
She want a hundred, not a couple G’s
She might put your heart on freeze
Ain’t loyal, she gotta leave
Never met a b!tch I need