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Offset is an American rapper, singer, and songwriter. He rose to fame as a member of the hip-hop trio Migos. Offset's music often includes trap elements and he is known for his distinctive flow and ad-libs. He has released solo music as well as collaborated with other artists in the industry. Offset has been recognized for his contributions to popularizing trap music. more »

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(I just like the sound of it)
Grr, ooh, ooh, boom
Grr, boom

Y'all do not know me, I shoot like I'm Kobe
That boy really tough on his doley though
I keep a Drac', ain't no OVO
I ain't for nothing, just check my portfolio
Really come from a block where they bang, bang
Protect that Glock, boy, this Glock ain't no goalie, bro
Say you 'bout what you claim and then show me though
One in the head, you gon' die tryna toe to toe
Trench kid, no fucks, gotta run it up
If you thinkin' I'ma lose then you dumb as f*ck
Pop out, drippin' diamonds, ooh, Bentley butter cup
Youngest out my city, keep it smooth just to sum it up
No security, you see me but that Glock spit
Youngest nigga doin' it, that's why I pop shit
VVS's drippin' water, it's like a mosh pit
Really not shit but I'm movin' like I'm hot shit
Legal money comin' in, I started off robbin'
True to everything I did, there's really no floggin'
All my shit been goin' up, lil nigga, not dodgin'
And I'ma keep on comin' with the heat, I'm hoggin'
Trench kid, glitter on the piece, stop sobbin'
Why them niggas hatin'? It defeats my noggin
If that ain't really your beef, stop sidin'
Say you tryna run in these streets, stop hidin', huh
Run it up, run it up, run it up (run it up)
Niggas broke 'cause they be on that funny stuff (broke)
Richard Mille, my wrist be on (ooh)
I done came way too far, I can't f*ck it up
I got niggas that die by the gang, gang (gang)
Stupid, be honest, you f*ck with us (hey)
Hearin' no one can slide, I be clutchin' up (bah)
Know the haters mad, they got enough of us (ooh)

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
Run it up, run it up, run it up (oh)
I just stack up that money, I run it up (racks)
Give a f*ck 'bout who love me, I run it up (who)
What the f*ck they gon' tell me? My money up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up

Double up (double), run it up
Lamborghini with the bubble guts
Got them bands and I'm flexin', hold my muscle up (flex)
I'ma stand on the business when it's time to buck (stand on it)
I get paper in the morning when I'm wakin' up (wake up)
Make my bitch get your bitch come and f*ck on us (f*ck on)
Make a hit with that switch, now my opps are dust
Put my racks in the wall now it's growin' rust (racks)
Diamond chain get to swangin', they know it's us
They know it's me (know it's me)
Pinky ring get to singin' like Jodeci
Double R and it came with a notary (notary)
I see stars, I'm a star like it's 'posed to be (stars)
I pop bars, only way I can go to sleep (fall asleep)
When my gang needed me, bought a hunnid p's (gang)
Put the Patek on my wrist, a masterpiece (Patek)
Put some diamonds on her and some double C (hey)
F*ck these niggas, I'm up (up)
Kickin' my shit like I won the World Cup (kick it)
Start from the tip, baby, suck
Beat that shit down, baby girl need a crutch (crutch)
Hunnids keep comin', you know that's a must
If you talkin' money then we can discuss

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, uh, ooh
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, run it up, run it up
I just stack up that money, I run it up
Give a f*ck 'bout who love me, I run it up
What the f*ck they gon' tell me? My money up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (go)

I been runnin' that money up, puttin' on (go)
Ain't no end to this trend, it's a marathon (go)
Different breed, I might bust down a herringbone (look)
Board a flight with them racks in my carry-on
Talkin' 'bout money, you know who to call (Bagg)
It look like a riot, I fucked up the mall (whoa)
She diggin' how me and my whole circle ball (gang)
Gave me some top through my Ethika drawers (uh)
Earrings one-fifty, I'm thuggin', I'm hood
I lock the screw back and put erasers on 'em (ghetto)
Wide-body Daytona bendin' the corner
Them hitters in rentals, the tag Arizona
Ain't get no diploma (no)
Shot dice for the J's, the freshest dude in the school-house (turn up for)
You ain't gangster, you went and took the smooth route (been a ho)
Ran it up, now my pockets look too stout
Never enough, man, I gotta go get some more
Sold enough gas to go buy me a Texaco (good petrol)
Now I'm on the charts, I'm runnin' up streams
My niggas still got what you need though (go)
Built my name from the ground, I ain't have no help (no)
It's just me versus me, beefin' with myself (bad)
It was time I woke 'em up, they overslept (get up)
Run it up, run it up, still ain't out of breath (go)

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, run it up, run it up
I just stack up that money, I run it up
Give a f*ck 'bout who love me, I run it up
What the f*ck they gon' tell me? My money up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up

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