Run Dat Shit Remix Lyrics

2020 Been a year filled with bad experiences, important lessons and losses

The impact it had on this world was so surreal and overwhelming

Shoutout to those who made it thru

Say FUCKYEA if you made it thru

2021 Gon be full of W's you heard

For real

Bitch

Fuck on that bitch

We gon pull up with the stick

You know that we run dat shit

Lil baby know she a freak

Walking down the street feel like I'm the man

Never do no drugs never pop a xan

We gon pull up like the taleban

You know we on top you're the middleman

I am the man, we got the plans, ride with the gang

Who is the man, who got the plans, ride with the gang

Run Dat Shit, Run Dat Shit

Run Dat Shit, Run Dat Shit

I might just pull up in a whip ain't no benzo

Fatcat ain't got time for no friend zone

Pull up fourth quarter it's the end zone

Skrt skrt better pray to God aim your temple

ProdByDan give me tempo, sample that shit like a lab example

My brain not for rental, pull up on the scene and spit it's mental

Spitting that shit make it look so easy, don't give a fuck if a hater scheming

Boost through the hate like the weather breezy

Fuck up that kicks like it's Kanye's Yeezy

Finna be great ain't denying that, don't mind the haters no light in that

Claim that they best in the scene I ain't buying that

Getting the clout like the sky know I fly in that

We bout to go viral murdered the beat but there ain't no siren

I ain't got no rivals, imma drop this shit and stay silent

Look at my progress like fitbit, shit I'm badder than a thick bitch

Know I'm the type to switch drips, know I'm gon make it big bitch

Fuck on that bitch

We gon pull up with the stick

You know that we run dat shit

Lil baby know she a freak

Walking down the street feel like I'm the man

Never do no drugs never pop a xan

We gon pull up like the taleban

You know we on top you're the middleman

I am the man, we got the plans, ride with the gang

Who is the man, who got the plans, ride with the gang

Run Dat Shit, Run Dat Shit

Run Dat Shit, Run Dat Shit

Run dat shit uh yeah, Burn up a spliff uh smoke

Running the strip uh smoke, Don't fuck with no bitch uh no

Stacks over stacks uh cash, I'm busting her back uh BITCH

Fatcat on the track, And i get the green do the digital dash

Yeah

I got slaps on slaps these people don't test what they don't get uh

Nobody run up a cheque when i'm blowing this paper hand on racks uh

Moving in silence like mimes on the road

These pussy bitches tryna fuck up the flow

Man i got this game wrapped around my whole finger

You ain't got nothing on me in the ringer

Getting the plans like my name was Carter

Overseas flavors it's foreign arrival

I'm back in the booth and i'm tracking my kills

These rappers too lazy they ran up they bill

Okay wait wait

Stacking the cash on my plate ate

Tryna get a track but you ain't great

All these motherfuckers wanna get taste

Get out of the way

Allure gon fuck shit up

Know I'm gon make it big bitch

Fuck on that bitch

We gon pull up with the stick

You know that we run dat shit

Lil baby know she a freak

Walking down the street feel like I'm the man

Never do no drugs never pop a xan

We gon pull up like the taleban

You know we on top you're the middleman

Fuck on that bitch

We gon pull up with the stick

You know that we run dat shit

Lil baby know she a freak

Walking down the street feel like I'm the man

Never do no drugs never pop a xan

We gon pull up like the taleban

You know we on top you're the middleman

I am the man, we got the plans, ride with the gang

Who is the man, who got the plans, ride with the gang

Run Dat Shit, Run Dat Shit

Run Dat Shit, Run Dat Shit