Vante - Ran It Up (feat. Lil Dubaii)

Yeah haha
Yeah!
It’s been a minute man
I had to run up a check on they ass
This what I got, I got some
New clothes, I got new clothes
Fuck my ex girl and my new hoes
Jewelry two-toned
Got three rings, I’m scared to lose those
I am too cold
Flip the profit like it’s judo, old like Nuvo
Too old for that drama and that fake shit
Man I hate this
Homies switching sides on a daily, so two face-ed
Called you but you ain’t say shit, oh so basic
I’m gon smash yo baby momma twice
I’m so flagrant
Navigated through the streets
Chuck Taylor’s were on my feet
Hate Ramen and rice and beans
Some nights I could never eat
I was tryna get it, but was strugglin tryna get the green
My homie threw me a pack
I tried to sell everything
Felt like slangin wasn’t me
Wasn’t known for sellin P’s
That still ain’t matter to me
I can get you what you need
Had a reputation in my section for running the streets
Bandanna hung off my jeans
Houston Astro’s fitted clean
Ballin, I was ballin
Like the HotBoyz in New Orleans, money’s callin
I can’t see my niggahz fallin
It’s the family and I’m bossin
Minamoto versus everybody, they’re in coffins
New clothes, I got new clothes
Fuck my ex girl and my new hoes
Jewelry two-toned
Got three rings, I’m scared to lose those
I am too cold
Flip the profit like it’s judo, old like Nuvo
Ran it up and got some
New clothes, I got new clothes
Fuck my ex girl and my new hoes
Jewelry two-toned
Got three rings, I’m scared to lose those
I am too cold
Flip the profit like it’s judo, old like Nuvo
Ran it up and got some
Money I got plenty yah
Remember they ain’t want me
Now they wetter than tsunami
Now they see me rock the Bally like it’s motherfuckin nothin
I had to run it up, my pockets Benjamin Button
Now she said she wanna ride with me
When I pull up in that GLE-43 say she wanna slide wit me
She wanna go Bonnie and Clyde wit me
Want me to be her legacy, this ain’t king and slim bish
And she keep on holdin on, let me go
All that fake love, I don’t need it no mo
Better yet, I’m comin for all the shit that I’m owed
Can’t trip over no bitch, swear that shit gettin old
On God, better yet I’m finna
Ball like my name was Lonzo
Spent some bands on my diamonds, now them shits is two toned
Got Dubaii and it’s sittin on my chain, now I’m funny? How?
As soon as I ran it up, all of the bitcHes come around yeah
New clothes, I got new clothes
Fuck my ex girl and my new hoes
Jewelry two-toned
Got three rings, I’m scared to lose those
I am too cold
Flip the profit like it’s judo, old like Nuvo
Ran it up and got some
New clothes, I got new clothes
Fuck my ex girl and my new hoes
Jewelry two-toned
Got three rings, I’m scared to lose those
I am too cold
Flip the profit like it’s judo, old like Nuvo
Ran it up and got some
Aye, ran it up and got some
Yuh, ran it up and got some
New clothes I got new clothes
And I got some new hoes
Fuck my ex girl and my
Hahaha

Written by:
Devante Riggins, Tyrone Fantroy

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