And you talking all that shit, look where I got to
Took off a couple pounds off, I stack em up too
Might take a flight down south stop in Cancun
Fight Ted Cruz, that’s called an international hit, fool

I don’t fuck with a wife beater
Got scars but I’d rather let the world see ‘em
Loose skin ‘cause I’m stretching past all the lines
Made it in record time, sippin’ on drinks with limes
Always gon’ skip the lines

Run it, run it, run it up
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it up
I’mma hit this beat, I’mma fuck it up
I’mma make it sweet, I’mma run this up
Run it, run it, run it up
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it up
I’mma hit this beat, I’mma fuck it up
I’mma make it sweet, I’mma run this up

(Run this up, run this up)
(Run this up, I’mma make it sweet, I’mma run this up)

Switch my flow, I’m a fucking melting glacier
Watch my mouth, my deltas flood, that's erasure
Pocket that change, learn your Greek, sip a chaser
There's no tonic when you're toxic (Fam)
Try this on for size, it just might fit
With your creepy ass smile, you misogynist
Tell my girl to grin and you finna catch this
There's a line and you crossed it (Damn)
Ramble on through this rubicon, playin' Ubisoft
Genghis Khan your Assassin's Creed
Just Dance in your track pants with your Trump rants
Revolution comes, what color will you bleed?
Deuteronomy deuteranomaly
It's my philosophy color's all in your brain
Trigonometry your wack-ass economy
Only thing we have to lose is our chains

Better hope that I lost my eyes, ‘cause I never lose sight
Especially when you straddle the line
I seesaw all your games, I’ve watched through every frame
Shoulda known your type ain’t the kind to be changed
You a bitch boy, sides change like a switch boy
Rearrange all the lights so you that you can show a fit boy
But you ain’t fit boy, go and flip the switch and get a real look, fuck you

I’m unshakable, unbendable, unbreakable, so test me
Can you stop a fucking glacier ‘cause you’re telling me you ready
But the heat keeps getting stronger, motherfucker’s like the water
It gon’ harm you when your city livin’ six feet fucking under
I got confidence and style like you wish you did
All the stress just killed my hair but I’m still killin’ shit
Took a little more sweat, but it’s payin’ dividends
Hope your head got room for a king-sized bed, better run

Run it, run it, run it up (Run, run)
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it up (Run it, run it)
I’mma hit this beat, I’mma fuck it up
I’mma make it sweet, I’mma run this up (You can’t handle that)
Run it, run it, run it up (Run, run)
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it up (Run it, run it)
I’mma hit this beat, I’mma fuck it up
I’mma make it sweet, I’mma run this up

(Run this up, run this up)
(Run this up, I’mma make it sweet, I’mma run this up)
(Run this up, run this up)
(Run this up, I’mma make it sweet, I’mma run this up)