Lil Yachty - Who Run It (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd] Yeah, huh, Yeah, huh, Yeah Big 14 b**h (1400 yeah, 1400 yeah, 800 yeah) 1400/800 lil' n***a, flexin' paper n***a You know what the f** goin' on Yeah, ayy, yeah, hold on, ayy [Verse 1: Trippie Redd] Real n***as live by the code Catch a n***a lack on my f**in' bros I don't f** with opps, all y'all n***as' hoes Met a few of 'em, y'all could get exposed With my n***a too, head off the pole Put it to your nose, leave your body froze Do a trill, catch another body though Like, that's my f**in' hobby yo I'm a real n***a, in the field witcha, doin' trill witcha All my lil' n***as keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha Big Trippie keep it real witcha I'm a real n***a, in the field witcha, doin' trill witcha All my lil' n***as keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha Big Trippie keep it real witcha Lil' n***a let them lullas fly, leave a young n***a so traumatized Totin' gats jit, all my n***as ride Don't make me make another mama cry Doin' trill, catch another homicide Fix your face, n***a, you got bu*terflies? Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die Big 14, f** the other side Jugg, jugg, got all this j**elry Man, this sh** ain't new to me Your b**h new to you, she ain't new to me I ain't really with the f**ing foolery Glistenin' in these f**ing diamonds Bad b**h and I'm f**ing shining I got a bad b**h from the f**ing islands Taking trips to the f**ing islands Guess these guys don't realize When they talking fly, man it's suicide Don't talk, do a n***a do or die Nobody else, n***a, you and I Big chopper, I'ma let the bullets fly That red dot right between your eyes I don't play, p**y, wish a n***a try 'Cause that'd be the night n***as die n***as act like I ain't G.O.A.T. or somethin' Take a trip, go chill with the bros or somethin' Call a few b**hes, chill with some hoes or somethin' n***as be flexin', they bold or somethin' They don't want that war, go home or somethin' Internet flexin' with the phone or somethin' You a lil' pup, n***a, fetch a bone or somethin' n***as male strippers when them poles bummin' [Bridge: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty] Gang (uh), gang (uh), huh, gang (uh) 1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh) 1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh) Lil' n***a talkin' down, we gon' snatch his chain (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Hold on (Lil Boat) Ayy, who you think you ahead of? Not us And these n***as they mad 'cause I'm richer than them Stay ganged up, I ain't clickin' with them You can get shot, Terry Richardson and them n***a, I ball like the Pistons and them (uh) f** around, you come up missin' like them (yeah) You the type run to the sheriff (hah) Act like you hard and you careless (yeah) n***a, I'm a real a** n***a, ain't fake a n***a Free my big brother out the prison cell QC [?] told 'em give 'em hell Ridin' 'round in a Maybach with my n***a Pellz Glock out, running we empty 12 b**h on my dick, that's a love spell (yeah) b**h with the sh**s call her Annabelle (yeah) If they won't call, I don't gotta yell (yeah) Hundreds [?] like a pack of [?] f**in' her j**els with my n***a Jack Crotched up, all of my brothers sack Gotta run up them Ricky Racks In the safe in the [?], we got hella plaques Got more pops on my watch than your brother teeth Boy you young, where your Similac? Buyin' whips, yeah, we into that f**in' hoes, yeah, we into that Loving hoes, yeah no n***a Got a .223 inside the Hellcat Keep it all in the pack, huh Hundred n***as in your section Hmm, where the hoes? n***a, that's weird Cop a new Lamb, cop a new 'Rari Just to go and switch gears (skrt) Burn out, burn out Every time we turn out, make a big scene (yeah) 2K, 3K, 4K, 5K, spent it on my new jeans (skrt skrt skrt) Gave big bro twenty-seven racks for his birthday, the world made a scene (facts) Y'all don't even know how a n***a live Spend twenty racks like two bands (facts) Uh, came with the sticks like they hunting n***a Throwing gang signs, call it [?] n***a Can't nobody at QC get punked, n***a What is a one-on-one, n***a? We jumpin' n***as We got the strap, n***a, f** it, we stompin' n***as I'm just as rich as your favorite rapper, n***a, might be richer Hit the pent like I'm Derek Fisher f** the b**h right, then I kiss her Ride around town, you the one that licked her Ha, real player like my pops (pops) Thirty round in my Glock We run it, not opps Ten toes on my sole, n***as wouldn't double dare to cross the big Boat (yeah) Last year, I was 19, had 300K inside a [?] coat (yeah) Pull up deep, wide body n***a Feel like [?] cold as Minnesota Bought my moms a Rover but I ain't BlocBoy But I do keep a Glock for opp boys (doot-doot-doot) [Outro: Lil Yachty & Trippie Redd] Lil Boat (who else?) 14 Gang