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g herbo - who run it remix 2 lyrics
[verse 1/12: polo g]
hip hop getting boring these rappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh_t like they need some new writers or some
they was shook when i came like i’m off the wire or some
like i didn’t want the choir to come
why they ain’t believe me like i just be talking like i’m just a liar or some
now they all look to me like i play on empire or some
like i’m who they admire or some
b_tch, i’m lil polo i cop some new ralph lauren if i need to get flyer or some
like f_ck it alot and i stay with a new hoe man i feel like quagmire or some
yo b_tch smiling at me while i thumb through these thousands like that sh_t excite her or some
we slide to a telly late night she got naked for me then i put the pipe in her stomach
[verse 2/13: trippie redd]
real n_ggas live by the code
catch a n_gga lack on my f_ckin’ bros
i don’t f_ck with opps so y’all n_ggas’ hoes
met a few of ’em, y’all could get exposed
with my n_gga too, he’ll up the pole
put it to your nose, leave your body froze
do a drill, catch another body though
like, that’s my f_ckin’ hobby, yo
i’m a real n_gga, in the field witcha, do a drill witcha
all my lil’ n_ggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
big trippie keep it real witcha
i’m a real n_gga, in the field witcha, do a drill witcha
all my lil’ n_ggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
big trippie keep it real witcha
[verse 3/14: lil yatchy]
hold on (lil boat)
ayy, who you think you ahead of? not us (uh)
and these n_ggas they mad ’cause i’m richer than them
stay ganged up, i ain’t cl!ckin’ with them
you can get shot, terry richardson them
n_gga, i ball like the pistons and them (uh)
f_ck around, you come up missin’ like them (yeah)
you the type run to the sheriff (ha)
act like you hard and you careless (yeah)
n_gga, i’m a real ass n_gga, ain’t fake a n_gga
free my big brother out the prison cell (woo)
qcm p told ’em, “give ’em h_ll”
ridin’ ’round in a maybach with my n_gga pellz
glock out, running we empty 12
b_tch on my d_ck, that’s a love spell (yeah)
b_tch with the sh_ts, call her annabelle (yeah)
if they won’t call, i don’t gotta yell (yeah)
[verse 4/15: dax]
n_gga on top i can’t stop now
now when i ride, got the top down
best in the game with a hot sound
n_ggas compare me to pac now
ride on my wave and you might drown
swerve in the lane like a cop now
b_tches be wantin’ the pipe now
i gotta tell ’em to pipe down
rapping like me is not likely
god on my side, watch him hype me
you n_ggas trash, a crisis
don’t want no beef, you scared, so type me
see me in person, won’t fight me
came in the game like some lighting
you n_ggas rapping ’bout sh_t
tricking these kids, man it is frighting
[verse 5/16: savannah phan]
it’s vannah, i’m back, i been gettin’ these stacks
my dog name is trap and he cost me six racks
my birthday just passed and i had me a blast
i’m 12 now at last, bap said don’t grow up fast
but lowkey i’m mad ’cause i didn’t get that bag
instead i got a suitcase that’s filled up with cash
whether i’m first or last, i’ll always have it on smash
i’m givin’ it my all and best believe that’s all facts, yeah
[verse 6/17: young m.a.[
big pimpin’, spendin’ gs
twenty racks in the back of jeans
tatted sleeves, patek freeze
pretty n_gga, that indeed
thottie with me, black and cream
african, j_panese
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 n_ggas hoppin’ out a uber truck
[verse 7/18: skippa da flippa]
i get trippy like three six
i just hit a bad b_tch with my new b_tch
i don’t do kel_tec, fn can’t miss
souped up box chevy came with a k!ll switch (k!ll out)
i stack bread, mister winners (stack it)
i drive a tank in the winter (k!ll ’em)
no l’s, n_gga i’m a winner
this year is not for beginners
these pair of [?] call ’em sprinters
seventy k for a new straight a
i’m havin’ shooters, no mayday
[verse 8/19: slim jesus]
who run ohio, that’s me
which one of y’all hotter than me?
leave the beat like a hundred degrees
and it’s still all this ice on me
who getting plays like me?
who getting paid like me?
y’all was not made like me
and i put that on my g’s
remember they hated on me
i knew all i needed was cheese
ran it up and i blew it on jeans
had to run it back up times three
none of y’all wanna be like me
[verse 9/20: asap rocky]
i don’t play like your parents’ son
thought i made that apparent
that’s a hundred for a ‘claren or something
‘nother hundred for a parison
race tyler, the mclaren
drive ‘raris like ferris, huh
cop my karats from carring dammit
make a b_tch wanna stare or something
n_ggas stare, you queer or somethin’?
you’s a b_tch, yeah we stay done
chose a whip but i’m staying sunny
diamonds sunny like i’m cher or something
[verse 10/21: roy]
i don’t do talking, i get it done
they can hate all they want, i’m just having fun
these “who run it” remixes are overdone
but you know i just had to go show ’em some
i’m winnin’ right now, i can never lose
give a f_ck about what they want me to do
ya boy makin’ plays, i’m makin’ moves
wanna know what i’m doin’? just check the news
[verse 11/22: sauce walka]
catch a n_gga by his foot or go and follow his mama
if a n_gga play me sweet you know i’m bringin’ that drama
know i’m shootin’ them llamas, know i’m screamin’ them hammers
know i’m flammin’ them flammers, know i’m shootin’ them jammers
know i’m bringin’ them super soakers, i’m wettin’ his ass
his brother tried to come and save him, i left him in the grass
shoot a n_gga arm off, what the f_ck is a cast?
shoot a n_gga through the window, what the f_ck is a glass?
[verse 12/23: pretty savage]
ayy, hey, where you from?
who told you come around this way? b_tch, is you dumb?
this drip so slimy, murder one
gang on gangsta sh_t, 150 in the slums
ayy, serve what you want because we on the same thing
you a walkin’ l!ck if you ain’t with the stain gang
my brother f_cked a ho down with your main thing
f_ck n_gga, rocks in the jewels, let the chain swing
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