Who Run It Lyrics
Look, uh
Who run it? you don`t, you got ones and we don`t
In Miami, in the dome, we got guns in the trunk
I rock nothin` but Saint Laurent, huh, nothin` but Saint Laurent
I ain`t ordinary son and my whip is cherry plum
Who run it? huh, smoked out, I can`t hold out
Hit a lick and roll out, split that shit with your dog
I be gettin` that dough, I ain`t trickin`, no
Get your shit and go, ayy, this that Lucci flow, huh
Yeah, uh, big car, we stuntin`
Big baller, how we comin`, big closets full of money
Yeah, uh, big choppers for the dungeon
Let `em carve you like a pumpkin, I`m the flyest of my youngins, uh
Gold bottle, VVS`s, a whole lotta
We ain`t have no OG, ain`t no rules I`m gon` follow
Any beef I`m gon` swallow
My enemies, they know about `em, free my fuckin` bro Ralo
I been on my ball player shit lookin` like the Globetrotters
Uh, if I miss your call, you ain`t want shit
You ain`t talkin` `bout no dollars, huh
Ain`t no rule that I`m gon` follow, yeah
And all my tools only hold hollows, yeah
Which one you gon` swallow nigga?
All that fuckin` talkin` nigga
Big dog, where my collar nigga?
I was just in Harlem nigga
I was just in Harlem with them robbers, dope dealers, and killers
You don`t wanna start one of my partners, them niggas gorillas
And they`ll eat you, yeah
Banana clip on that yopper, yeah they`ll feed you, yeah
I`m tryna run up my commas, feed all my people, hey
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And we got funds from US way to Egypt
Boy I got my cheese up, boy I got my cheese up, yeah
All my pockets, new money, bankroll, blue hundreds
You play, we gunnin`, kidnap him like he Sonny
Get a napkin, boy you runnin`
Boy you shouldn`t have never done it
Boy your shit was over nothin`, yeah-eah
