[Intro]
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
R-U-N-I-T-U-P, n***a
R-U-N-I-T-U
R-U-N-I-T-U
Uh, uh, uh, uh
R-U-N-I-T-U-P, n***a
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[Chorus]
I keep 'em laced up, yeah, I keep it laced up
Shorty got a cute face, why you beat your face up?
Dance like a dancer, strawberry Fanta
She don't gotta answer, she don't got a man, nah
They ask me how I know this information
Boy, you sextin' her, nah, I don't be sexin' shit
But I do be textin' her, she makin' me her best friend
I know she want the best of me
Destiny my destiny, destiny my destiny
I keep 'em laced up, yeah, I keep it laced up
Shorty got a cute face, why you beat your face up?
Dance like a dancer, strawberry Fanta
She don't gotta answer, she don't got a man, nah
They ask me how I know this information
Boy, you sextin' her, nah, I don't be sexin' shit
But I do be textin' her, she makin' me her best friend
I know she want the best of me
Destiny my destiny, destiny my destiny
[Verse]
Girl, you know that boy Q never fold
I got six bankrolls, we could run away right now
If you wanna be wit' me
She don't stay with designer and all that fake shit
She in her business investin' and not the basics
I swear, I got a thing for her and she got a thing for me
Oh, destiny my destiny, destiny my destiny
I swear, I would never fly, fly right from your side
'Cause these n***as be cappin', they clueless
Ten bands for the smartest bitch who been knew this
Damn, my life is in your hands, don't wan' start over again
But bitches be dumb and it shows it
How you gon' leave me, you told me that you need me?
These bitches be tact up and they trollin'
You say I'm ya' best friend, but you wanna hold hands
Fuck all these fake bitches, you don't know them
Cry in front me, but laugh in front ya' girlfriend
And I could tell you 'bout ya' family and I told you that
Don't let me get started on ya' fat cousin, boy, she really fat
You told me that you know what's up so let me know
I got ten pretty bitches waitin' at the door

[Chorus]
I keep 'em laced up, yeah, I keep it laced up
Shorty got a cute face, why you beat your face up?
Dance like a dancer, strawberry Fanta
She don't gotta answer, she don't got a man, nah
They ask me how I know this information
Boy, you sextin' her, nah, I don't be sexin' shit
But I do be textin' her, she makin' me her best friend
I know she want the best of me
Destiny my destiny, destiny my destiny
I keep 'em laced up, yeah, I keep it laced up
Shorty got a cute face, why you beat your face up?
Dance like a dancer, strawberry Fanta
She don't gotta answer, she don't got a man, nah
They ask me how I know this information
Boy, you sextin' her, nah, I don't be sexin' shit
But I do be textin' her, she makin' me her best friend
I know she want the best of me
Destiny my destiny, destiny my destiny