Who Run It? ft. Kiree 3600 Lyrics

But I do crimes like Bump J, I ain't scared of nothin'

Passport stamp, young nigga ran up that sack

Might as well go to Paris, huh?

Woofin, got whacked you embarrassed, huh?

Pussy you act like you scared of somethin'

Gon' and shoot up the terrorists

Then they gon' realize it's serious

Pop Your Shit TaV

And I still don't politic with you niggas

Who run it

Go,

Who run it

Go,

Who run it

Go, Go

Who run it,

It's just me and my guys, we finna hop out with that stick

And we swervin', it's me and Kel

Tryna dodge a ditch

Tryna catch a play like a motherfuckin' pick like Moss

But I can't retire

And I'm puttin' shit on day-to-day

Feel like Kapwired

I'm with a slim thick baddie man she got the cheeks out

And now that I'm gettin' money im that nigga she tryna see now see now

And I'm blowin' checks like I'm in a casino

I ain't goin' broke

I'm just tryna go pro

Hit a gas, all I know is go

Turn traction off, all you see is smoke

Crackers took my blick, I was tryna tote

Tryna do another song with Stunna 4

And I'm takin' over like James on the heat

Back to back, this shit on repeat

Lookin' at my jewelry, it's wet like a sea

Like Lucy, I'm tryna get the keys to the street

And my jewelry dancin' like a Christmas tree

Designer on, man, this not cheap

Nah, I ain't even gon' lie, I paid like $1300

Somethin' like that

And these tender niggas tryna crash out about a bitch

That I already hit

Like a NBA contract, man

Swear to God, you can get dismissed

You can a hole in your back like you Tatum

That beef and shit

Ain't for debatin

Nigga got hit

Oh my God, he screamin' like Super Saiyan

But I'm tryna shine bright in the big ass lights

Goin' around the world like a fuckin' flight

Tay rollin' gas, man, I'm high as a kite

We takin' risks and shit like we rollin' dice

Gotta watch your own mans, they sneaky like mice

You'll get backdoored, I ain't tellin' lies

Hella gold in my mouth, feel like I'm Plies,

She got that good brain like she Einstein

And I still don't politic with you n****s

I'll shoot your ass nigga I ain't lying

Still pop it

Who Run It,

Who Run It,

30,

We gettin' money so it's sunny and it ain't never cloudy

Man n****s know who runnin' it say anybody about it

They think my trap house on the bungee cord, I got it bouncin'

The lowest ticket I charged was 150 for exotic ounce's

These fuck n****s need to work at a strip club, cause they steady bouncin'

I wanted stick it, but this bitch fishy, smell like a damn flounder

I don't care if this bitch arose me, I still couldn't be around her

I beat that pussy up like Floyd, I bend her up and pound her

That n**** in the ground, he growin' with the flowers

I just made like two bands in ten seconds, only been up an hour

That bitch got a pop it to get this B-roll, that's pussy power

Munna, I ain't never sayin' drought, we havin' money showers

Fuck, n***a,

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