Young M.A - Who Run It Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Oh yeah Oh, this what we doin' Shout out to the homie G Herbo, man You know I had to get on this, man Uh [Verse] Big pimpin', spendin' Gs Twenty racks in the back of jeans Tatted sleeves, Patek freeze Pretty n***a, that indeed [?] with me, black and cream African, Japanese I just call it blackanese I'm just gonna tap that and leave I don't leave the house unless I got a bag waitin' for me at the front door If you short on my cash, thirty n***as hoppin' out a Uber truck though Don't try your luck, hoes down to f** Top floor of the hotel Smokin' weed in the bathroom, put the shower on so it's no smell Street cold, don't tell But I'd rather live where it's no hell It's funny how hatin' n***as be the ones who names ring no bells Oh well, my b**h bad And her p**y got a soap smell She a model, nah she a model She a little bougie And I'm just tryna put this big wet tongue on top of that coochie Earlier she a little mad at me, she a little moody Sometimes I don't understand the b**h, she a little confusing Like half the time I don't even be doin' sh**, and she be a**uming Like I ain't loyal or somethin' You act like I don't call you or somethin' You act like you a little spoiled or somethin' Is you hot like you boiling somethin'? So all you rappers it's a rap for you like aluminum foil or somethin' Better crown her, came from the ground up, from the soil or somethin' Been 'bout it, every n***a with me poppin' like oil or somethin' I was slackin', had to get on track like I'm recordin' or somethin' I hear a lot of talk, but honestly they ain't really talkin' 'bout nothin' And nowadays I don't trust a thing, so I ain't really sure about nothin' I just f**ed your b**h in Givenchy flip flops And yeah we spendin' money, but we also spin blocks Bend blocks, shout out my n***a Jezz, big opps They ain't open up them doors, I had to pick locks Free Bobby, free Rowdy, free the whole 9 Got lit on my own n***a, didn't need a cosign It's Red Lyfe, no red lights, green lights go time But before you get on the road, n***a make sure you know your road signs He asked did I f** his b**h, I said "uh yeah n***a, four times" My s** drive longer than my show lines, make her cum in no time RL that's the bro sign, can't come in, we got closed sign Can't hang here, this is not a clothesline f** around and get clotheslined No ghostwriter, I wrote mine Wrote the whole rap and the whole rhyme They like "MA, where the album at?" I just need a lil' more time I got guns, but if I ain't usin' it, no need to show mine Don't mean I won't blow, ma b**h n***a, you could blow, ma In the club I drink out the bottle, ain't no need to even pour mine Stripper b**hes don't like me 'cause I get money and don't throw mine Y'all n***as can't f** with me, ain't gotta say it, you already know why If I had a dick, you could s** it If I had nuts, you could hold mine [Outro] I said, if I had some nuts, you could hold mine Haha If I had some nuts, you could hold mine f** y'all n***as Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh