G Herbo - Who Run It (Remix) lyrics

Who Run It (Remix) lyrics

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[Intro: G Herbo] (Southside on the track, yeah) Gang sh**, n***a Yeah f** you talkin' 'bout, man? This sh**'s got the most views out of everything I've ever put up on my sh** That little clip, that sh** got a million views I ain't never got no views on some sh** out [Verse 1: G Herbo] Who you think you ahead of? Not us In the S or the Porsche Carerras somethin' f** twins like Tia and Tamera somethin' Yeah that boy gettin' bread, Panera, somethin' Landed in the GT, leer or somethin' Put Posto in the Air or somethin' Marry her, she have an affair I'ma spin that ho like Pharris Born in the Chi like Ye But I do crimes like Bump J, I ain't scared of nothin' Pa**port stamp, young n***a ran up that sack Might as well go to Paris, huh? Woofin, got whacked you embarra**ed, huh? p**y you act like you scared of somethin' Gon' and shoot up the terrorists (shoot up the terrorists) Then they gon' realize it's serious (blah, blah) I ain't even on that, period (period) I'm makin' millions, I'm serious (I'm makin' millions) That money come in various (furious) Can't count it, I get delirious (delirious) I bought my mama a mansion (a mansion) So I can't trip over materials (yeah, yeah) But I'm still dipped in that fashion Know I stay drippin', that's period These n***as drippin', that's period Nah, they can't find me and I'm serious (serious) They right behind, I'm serious (serious) And I'm straight off the 9, now I'm serious Who you gon' send to f** with me? Take stuff from me or from any of mine? Now I'm curious (I'm curious) Better think 'fore you bust at me If you miss, I'll clap a 50 and, man, now I'm furious Dived in that water, dived like Aquarius Young n***a, we was breakin' the barriers (breakin' the barriers) If you grabbin' that torch, better carry it (better carry it) Tryna hide on that porch on some scary sh** (f** yeah) [Verse 2: G Herbo] All I smoke is loud, you got that mild like Darius (yeah) My son ain't gotta work because he gon' inherit it, uh huh (gon' inherit it) We yell, "Gang-gang first," you don't even know your heritage (b**h) Took the cash from verses, I give that sh** to charity Lovin' my city like Chano, I swear Why the f** I still gotta ride everywhere with it? "Herb I seen you on the news, I was worried" We was just jokin' with y'all, that's a parody We don't talk too much, got D's everywhere (everywhere) We still fresh, double G's everywhere (everywhere) I put the VV's everywhere (everywhere) I do Mike Amiri's, every pair And they know me for sh**tin' on everybody I'm the one that do sh** that you hear about I'm the one that told y'all that I move like Obama Then how the f** they end up with my whereabouts? Why he got the clear it out Middle of summer, hot like a sauna We was laid back in the back of the Honda [?] sneak up, anaconda It ain't happen, not one day, your honor I was somewhere eatin' Benihana's Get valet and Lil' Benny to park it All my life I had been in apartments Move to valley, get a crib, I'm ballin' My b**h always primpin', keep ballin' Yes I'm a lil' workaholic Hit the crib with a 50 and all 20's I'ma just make her count all of 'em But I get the backend all blues Nah don't f** around, bruh, do all of it Know it's goin' right to lil' dude Already got a closet, all shoes Bought 10 pairs of baby G-Fazos And my b**h got a closet with some Loubs Cashed out on the crib, I ain't get the view I'm like, "f** it, no problem, it'll do" Mama's crib got a pond, not a pool We had roaches and rats, I ain't get to move I survived through it all, it's true (yes, it's true) Slept on couches and floors all through middle school Now I'm cool, now I'm 'bool Now my car go vroom, (vroom) n***as hatin' on me, but it's bool Guess I got rich too soon n***a, I've been rappin' like six years (what?) I seen ten n***as get k**ed What about me turnin' down them deals? (Huh) Now you pissed off 'cause I switched wheels? [Interlude: G Herbo] Uh, who run it? Limit No Limit run it No Limit Who run it? G Herbo I'm done with this sh** [Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] Who y'all think you foolin'? Not me Y'all n***as really ain't airin' nothin' [?] bust down, tryna scare somethin' Your sh** weak, tryna compare us or somethin' What I made last week? Like a million or somethin' Rich, mad 'cause your b**h ate my kids or somethin' Man, I could f** your wife like you sharin' or somethin' Galore a** mansion with lira or somethin' n***a tried to get my ho, tried to f** my b**h You think I'ma miss that? Man she s** mean dick and she s**ed rock dick So you think I'ma kiss that? I was in L.A., b**h powdered her nose Told her I ain't with that Boy you trippin', SI diamonds on your neck Mean you better give your wrist back Me no broke, Akademiks, yeah, that's where you get your news at Ask your bros, Grammy-nominated songs just to prove that Know your bros told you, nah, you better not just do that, uh I'm going mode, T.Y., tell me when to go, boy, you ain't rich, you a b**h (facts) Oh you T'd out? b**h, you beat out Y'all worried 'bout me, better get your lick back Just like b**hes, y'all all chit chat Car so foreign got an engine in the back Balenciaga with the Gucci and the Prada With the Louis and the Pucci and it's all mismatched Ho, it's Lil Uzi and I'm far from a goofy In Chiraq, 150, be strapped Got a 40 shorty, boy, better get back Gun loud, backyard party, kick back How I'm broke If I just hired myself a hitman? Be quiet, bro, them n***as over there turn six racks Not lyin', bro, I been f**ed this b**h for six racks After I drop that sh**, me, Herbo, Ari and my b**h is gonna relax Prolly somewhere on a beach Prolly somewhere on an island You know that my Rollie got XO diamonds in it, so that's that Perfect Timing Said, "Elliot, bezel it," ice kettle chips, I run it back like a Heisman Pull up, I'm swervin', I'm mergin', I got the whip, yeah the one right with the curtains Got boys that be workin' their block to be t**n', the Tesla pull up for diversion On the beat, me and Herbo, we purgin', the Percy the molly the lean got us slurrin' You call her phone, you think she sleep, but she s**in' my dick while her words keep on slurpin' She said that my sh** the same size as a two-liter ginger ale, why she keep burpin' I take out my hair and I stand on my money, your b**h think I'm Julius Erving [Outro: Lil Uzi Vert] Ayy, ayy Yeah, yeah Just a little somethin' to it, I ain't even rip the sh** Pull up in a Lamb' or somethin' Peanut bu*ter whip, yeah, jam or somethin' f**ed your b**h on cam or somethin' Pink diamonds think I'm Cam or somethin'

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