Who Run It Freestyle Lyrics
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
Big pimpin`, spendin` Gs
Twenty racks in the back of jeans
Tatted sleeves, Patek freeze
Pretty nigga, that indeed
Thottie with me, black and cream
African, Japanese
I just call her 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 niggas hoppin` out a Uber truck
So don`t try your luck, hoes down to fuck
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` niggas be the ones who names ring no bells
Oh well, my bitch bad
And her pussy 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 bitch, she a little confusing
Like half the time I don`t be even doin` shit, and she be assuming
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 nigga with me poppin` like oil or somethin`
I was slackin`, had to get on track like I`m recordin` or somethin`
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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 fucked your bitch in Givenchy flip flops
And yeah we spendin` money, but we also spin blocks
Bend blocks, shout out my nigga 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 nigga, didn`t need a cosign
It`s Red Lyfe, no red lights, green lights go time
But before you get on the road, nigga make sure you know your road signs
He asked did I fuck his bitch, I said "uh yeah nigga, four times"
My sex 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
Fuck 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
Bitch nigga, you could blow, ma
In the club I drink out the bottle, ain`t no need to even pour mine
Stripper bitches don`t like me `cause I get money and don`t throw mine
Y`all niggas can`t fuck with me, ain`t gotta say it, you already know why
If I had a dick, you could suck it
If I had nuts, you could hold mine
I said, if I had some nuts, you could hold mine
If I had some nuts, you could hold mine
Fuck y`all niggas...
