Who Run It? (feat. Kiree 3600)

But I do crimes like Bump J, I ain't scared of nothin'
Passport stamp, young nigga ran up that sack
Might as well go to Paris, huh?
Woofin, got whacked you embarrassed, huh?
Pussy you act like you scared of somethin'
Gon' and shoot up the terrorists
Then they gon' realize it's serious

Pop Your Shit TaV
And I still don't politic with you niggas
Who run it
Go,
Who run it
Go,
Who run it
Go, Go

Who run it,
It's just me and my guys, we finna hop out with that stick
And we swervin', it's me and Kel
Tryna dodge a ditch
Tryna catch a play like a motherfuckin' pick like Moss
But I can't retire
And I'm puttin' shit on day-to-day
Feel like Kapwired
I'm with a slim thick baddie man she got the cheeks out
And now that I'm gettin' money im that nigga she tryna see now see now
And I'm blowin' checks like I'm in a casino
I ain't goin' broke
I'm just tryna go pro
Hit a gas, all I know is go
Turn traction off, all you see is smoke
Crackers took my blick, I was tryna tote
Tryna do another song with Stunna 4
And I'm takin' over like James on the heat
Back to back, this shit on repeat
Lookin' at my jewelry, it's wet like a sea
Like Lucy, I'm tryna get the keys to the street
And my jewelry dancin' like a Christmas tree
Designer on, man, this not cheap

Nah, I ain't even gon' lie, I paid like $1300
Somethin' like that

And these tender niggas tryna crash out about a bitch
That I already hit
Like a NBA contract, man
Swear to God, you can get dismissed
You can a hole in your back like you Tatum
That beef and shit
Ain't for debatin
Nigga got hit
Oh my God, he screamin' like Super Saiyan
But I'm tryna shine bright in the big ass lights
Goin' around the world like a fuckin' flight
Tay rollin' gas, man, I'm high as a kite
We takin' risks and shit like we rollin' dice
Gotta watch your own mans, they sneaky like mice
You'll get backdoored, I ain't tellin' lies
Hella gold in my mouth, feel like I'm Plies,
She got that good brain like she Einstein

And I still don't politic with you n****s
I'll shoot your ass nigga I ain't lying
Still pop it
Who Run It,
Who Run It,

30,
We gettin' money so it's sunny and it ain't never cloudy
Man n****s know who runnin' it say anybody about it
They think my trap house on the bungee cord, I got it bouncin'
The lowest ticket I charged was 150 for exotic ounce's
These fuck n****s need to work at a strip club, cause they steady bouncin'
I wanted stick it, but this bitch fishy, smell like a damn flounder
I don't care if this bitch arose me, I still couldn't be around her
I beat that pussy up like Floyd, I bend her up and pound her
That n**** in the ground, he growin' with the flowers
I just made like two bands in ten seconds, only been up an hour
That bitch got a pop it to get this B-roll, that's pussy power
Munna, I ain't never sayin' drought, we havin' money showers

Fuck, n***a,
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