Who Run It Lyrics

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It's time to show you niggas who really run this shit

Vets

Yamean

Go, go, go

Who they think they ahead of

Uh, this a lil' reminder a heads up

Throw up a flick, she see the designer

now she on my dick 'cause the bread up

Shawty keep asking me all these questions

I'm starting to think she the feds or something

These niggas keep sleeping and writing me off

They finna run out of led or something

I'm with the bros, every time I pop out, I don't go nowhere without em

She wanna throw up the V's, but you gotta eat only way I allow em

I'm young, but some niggas say I'm the GOAT, I'm starting to feel like Wemby

Now everybody wanna call, I'm pushing em' off, I'm feeling like Henry

Her nigga ain't on my level she thought I was rich 'cause I took her to Benni's

Bro said his finger been itching

I give him a reason, he pushing the semi

Bro shoot shit so good

They might as well fuck around, give him a Emmy

I like to stuff my woods, don't even pass it if it's too skinny

My jeans, that's 250

My 16's make niggas get Giddey

No, I ain't kidding, off her shot, she litty

I love when she drink that Henny

Baby, I know you love me

But you know I'm hated by many

And that's why the player is in me

I'm with the killers and them

Her cooch got a repass

I'm finna kill it again

Look at the Rollie

I'm in the studio loaded

I never miss and they know it

Them niggas hating on me and they know I'm the shit

But they pride won't let them show it

I think he mad cause I'm hitting his jawn

We never ducking, we getting it on

Call me the heartbreak kid what the heartbreak did

But no, I ain't no Shawn

No, I ain't no Micheal

But I'm these niggas idol

I can hit and we can vibe, but we can't do no title

I can be so deep in love, then one day I don't like you

Got this O.T. bitch in Houston, she just waiting on my arrival

Pop out different cities

I don't check in, I ain't playing

I leave when I'm done hitting

I'm like Kevin, I ain't staying

Dare a lil' nigga to check me, when I'm in the city

This shit'll get gritty

I gotta ride with a strap

Cause I know they get mad when I'm fucking they bitties

Shawty only got eight lives

'Cause I took one away when I'm busting her kitty

So they got a nice lil bod' but I ain't gon' crack cause her face card shitty

Bipping state to state

I need a date in all fifty

Niggas popped, I can't relate

And then they traits is all Diddy

Fried, I can't even think

Girl, I lied when I say we can link

All them niggas tryna write me off

But it's starting to look like they all out of ink

I just gave her a bag

She gave me a smile

It looked like it came from the Chink

I rolled her up, and then

I gave her the thunder

Like we at the rink, shit

Scoping the scenery out at the party

I'm using my critical thinking

I know that you be with the opps

So why in the fuck would you think

that we linking?

Bro keep letting off shots playing with Glocks, upping his ranking

L after L to the face, It's starting to look like I'm tanking, Vets

Who y'all niggas really think y'all ahead of?

Not us

You know I'm poppin' it

Could never be us

Allat shit

I'm a rookie but a, yeah

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go