Ry Run It Lyrics

Uh, uh, the what? What

I told these niggas I'm on my shit, they think I'm playin

Uh, welcome to Disrespectful the tape, nigga, you just met your fuckin' demise

Uh, alright, okay

When they ask you run it, you know that it's

What? They better drop they ski

What? Nigga, what

Alright, uh, uh

Alright, oh, alright, oh, alright, okay

Uh, uh, uh

TYFWRLD shit, big M.O.E., come on

When they ask Who Run It you know that it's me

They better drop they ski

CTRL, ALT, DELETE

Opp niggas tryna push up, cause I got the key

I been runnin' this shit four years,

I'm geekin' to stay on top who tryna compete

I'm a real deal villain

but I'm still the king of this shit

Like Bron when he went to the Heat

Say they gon' what? Don't get me started

Lil' Ry gon' take it the farthest

And it really don't matter where them niggas from

Know Lil' Ry gon' run it regardless

Lil opp bitch gon' suck on the bros, we send her to you

Right after she gargle it, smokin' on ZaZa right to the face

Get to scrunching my nose like somebody farted

I know your bitch think I'm from the Bronx

All I kept sayin' was "Suck My Dick"

Her nigga mad, I kept on flexin' this shit

Try pressin' and ran like Rick

Niggas ain't got no Dracs in they camp

But they singin' like him, so they reppin' the 6ix

Feel like Curry when I get in that mode

Ima show niggas Lil' Ry don't miss

Who Run It?

Get on his ass and ask "who done it"

Ain't goin' back and forth on the 'net

"Alright, Okay" that means I'm comin

Real niggas taking shit over

Fake niggas push to the back, for all that frontin

Four years been standin' on business

And still them niggas don't want it

Really been puttin' my feet down

This lil' freestyle, but I still stand on necks

Tryna have my pockets XXL

So fuck it, I got next

She keep textin' my phone about relationships

Just give me the neck

Back then tryna put everybody on top

This year ain't no respect

She keep sayin' my songs be havin' her tweakin

I guess she ain't over crack

She gon' flash her ass like Mardi Gras

Let me see that NOLA Clap

You say your boyfriend a rapper

What's his name

Baby, don't make me laugh

Who gon' buy his deal if that nigga diss

He ain't even worth all that

Tired of posts comin' out my city

They ask who runnin' this shit

And it's making me sick

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Really all over the list

And before I smoked, I was too gassed up

Really Lil' Ry been the shit

Don't care if he clicked up with them niggas

I won my ring with no assist

Who Run It

Who Run It

Ain't this shit ironic

Niggas was dissin', now they need somethin' from me

I put the paws up like my dad

But like my mama, I been stuntin'

I made this shit look easy

Really, I got the crown, come take shit from me

Who Run It

Who Run It

Lil' Ry, Lil' Ry

Lil' Ry gon' run it

Really Lil' Ry been running this shit

ALRIGHT OKAY