Who Run It

Most of these niggas be wellin', most of these niggas be flodgin
Most of my niggas we trappin', most of my niggas be robbin
I do this shit for the hood 'cause I really come from the partments
Mixin' the work wit' the soda and put the pot under the faucet
Crack-cocaine flow sick,
I don't spend change on a bitch
Still wit' the gang I don't switch
I'ma keep shootin' I don't quit
Shells fly, we don't see no body drop double back, spin it again
In other words don't nobody die we gon' slide 'til somebody get hit
At the table wit' my feet up
Hit the connect it's 'bout time for a re-up
Aye
Bitch wit' me badd, she a diva she like to take pictures and smoke the og up
They never wit' you til they need you for somethin
Tote the pistol like it's legal or somethin
Feds listenin' let me switch the discussion
Free my nigga, no we never was bluffin
Remember them nights in the stu all night
Shootin' dice probably smoke up a whole pound
F&N wit' a suppressor I call it a gangsta 'cause it don't make no sound
Niggas be talkin' bout boxing
You show em a fifty and the don't want no round
I blow og to the face
So I can't see a fuck nigga through all these smoke clouds
Aye
Shit on you niggas, I'm sorry
All my young niggas retarded
We got extendos, ain't talkin' Nintendo
When they come through blowin' the cartridge
Tell me to rap, but I can't leave the trap
'Cause this shit is just in me regardless
I'm Moneybagg Yo, heartless
Put a dot on your head, target
We goin' shoppin' for bodies
I'm tryna cop me a Mazzi
I mixed the lean wit' the molly
I had to do this for Marley
Know thats my nigga
So I'ma be wit em if niggas say they want some problems
20 clip, 30 clip, 50 clip, 100 clip
No, we don't tote no revolvers

Niggas be lyin' bout who run it
Might go catch a body like, who done it
The law come get me, I don't know nothin
No I can't fuck wit you, you told somethin
It's gon hurt my heart to expose it
My uncle just told me stay focused
I tote on a stick and it's loaded
Might front you a zip, let you owe me
Ever seen a young nigga turn up wit a hundred round drum
And he shootin' like Kobe
Don't you speak on my name, you don't know me
You gon' make me go back to the old me
Ain't believin' no rap, if you say you a gangsta my nigga
You gotta come show me
I be right on the south wit' the pole
I be totin' on life wit' parole
I be blowin' og wit' the bros
If you front me the work then it's sold
You was cuffin' that bitch and she go
Everything that glitters, ain't gold
I put that on my life never fold
I be high as a kite off the dope
Nigga try to sneak diss me and come to my city
Then we gon' be right at your show
And we got that shit for the low
I feel like c-4 when it blow
I got some hitters when me
They gon' kill somethin' if I tell 'em it's smoke
Since you went to jail you think you a gangsta
But that shit just mean you got caught
Never tell on no nigga no matter the situation
That's just what I was taught

Bitch

Whole lotta gang shit (Gang)
I ain't never change on the same shit
Bitch I'm gang gang and I can't switch

Hollow tips
Got a lot of clips, sold a lot of zips
Kick a door
Hit a lot of licks, I did all kind of shit
Fresh as fuck
All you see is drip, you gotta see this shit
Bitch wit' me so bad, she say she love me can't believe the bitch
You got work, we'll come and kick in your bando
Where it's at, we came for them pounds and pianos
Hundred rounds, lot of niggas wit me got ammo
Fuck and bitch we don't love 'em so let my man go

Love my whole city but ain't nothin' like the south
Pistols in the kitchen, we got choppers in the couch
Ever since a youngin' runnin' in and out the house
Listenin' to the Drought, screamin fuck the drought
(Aye, Aye)