YFN Lucci - Who Run It lyrics

Look, uh Who run it? you don’t, you got ones and we don’t In Miami, in the dome, we got guns in the trunk I rock nothin’ but Saint Laurent, huh, nothin’ but Saint Laurent I ain’t ordinary son and my whip is cherry plum Who run it? huh, smoked out, I can’t hold out Hit a lick and roll out, split that sh** with your dog I be gettin’ that dough, I ain’t trickin’, no Get your sh** and go, ayy, this that Lucci flow, huh Yeah, uh, big car, we stuntin’ Big baller, how we comin’, big closets full of money Yeah, uh, big choppers for the dungeon Let ’em carve you like a pumpkin, I’m the flyest of my youngins, uh Gold bottle, VVS’s, a whole lotta We ain’t have no OG, ain’t no rules I’m gon’ follow Any beef I’m gon’ swallow My enemies, they know about ’em, free my f**in’ bro Ralo I been on my ball player sh** lookin’ like the Globetrotters Uh, if I miss your call, you ain’t want sh** You ain’t talkin’ ’bout no dollars, huh Ain’t no rule that I’m gon’ follow, yeah And all my tools only hold hollows, yeah Which one you gon’ swallow n***a? All that f**in’ talkin’ n***a Big dog, where my collar n***a? I was just in Harlem n***a I was just in Harlem with them robbers, dope dealers, and k**ers You don’t wanna start one of my partners, them n***as gorillas And they’ll eat you, yeah Banana clip on that yopper, yeah they’ll feed you, yeah I’m tryna run up my commas, feed all my people, hey And we got funds from US way to Egypt Boy I got my cheese up, boy I got my cheese up, yeah All my pockets, new money, bankroll, blue hundreds You play, we gunnin’, kidnap him like he Sonny Get a napkin, boy you runnin’ Boy you shouldn’t have never done it Boy your sh** was over nothin’, yeah-eah