G Herbo – Who Run It (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: G Herbo]
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Gang shit, nigga
Yeah
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, man?
This shit’s got the most views out of everything I’ve ever put up on my shit
That little clip, that shit got a million views
I ain’t never got no views on some shit out

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Who you think you ahead of? Not us
In the S or the Porsche Carerras somethin’
Fuck twins like Tia and Tamera somethin’
Yeah that boy gettin’ bread, Panera, somethin’
Landed in the GT, leer or somethin’
Put Posto in the Air or somethin’
Marry her, she have an affair
I’ma spin that ho like Pharris
Born in the Chi like Ye
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 (shoot up the terrorists)
Then they gon’ realize it’s serious (blah, blah)
I ain’t even on that, period (period)
I’m makin’ millions, I’m serious (I’m makin’ millions)
That money come in various (furious)
Can’t count it, I get delirious (delirious)
I bought my mama a mansion (a mansion)
So I can’t trip over materials (yeah, yeah)
But I’m still dipped in that fashion
Know I stay drippin’, that’s period
These niggas drippin’, that’s period
Nah, they can’t find me and I’m serious (serious)
They right behind, I’m serious (serious)
And I’m straight off the 9, now I’m serious
Who you gon’ send to fuck with me?
Take stuff from me or from any of mine? Now I’m curious (I’m curious)
Better think ‘fore you bust at me
If you miss, I’ll clap a 50 and, man, now I’m furious
Dived in that water, dived like Aquarius
Young nigga, we was breakin’ the barriers (breakin’ the barriers)
If you grabbin’ that torch, better carry it (better carry it)
Tryna hide on that porch on some scary shit (fuck yeah)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
All I smoke is loud, you got that mild like Darius (yeah)
My son ain’t gotta work because he gon’ inherit it, uh huh (gon’ inherit it)
We yell, “Gang-gang first,” you don’t even know your heritage (bitch)
Took the cash from verses, I give that shit to charity
Lovin’ my city like Chano, I swear
Why the fuck I still gotta ride everywhere with it?
“Herb I seen you on the news, I was worried”
We was just jokin’ with y’all, that’s a parody
We don’t talk too much, got D’s everywhere (everywhere)
We still fresh, double G’s everywhere (everywhere)
I put the VV’s everywhere (everywhere)
I do Mike Amiri’s, every pair
And they know me for shittin’ on everybody
I’m the one that do shit that you hear about
I’m the one that told y’all that I move like Obama
Then how the fuck they end up with my whereabouts?
Why he got the clear it out
Middle of summer, hot like a sauna
We was laid back in the back of the Honda
[?] sneak up, anaconda
It ain’t happen, not one day, your honor
I was somewhere eatin’ Benihana’s
Get valet and Lil’ Benny to park it
All my life I had been in apartments
Move to valley, get a crib, I’m ballin’
My bitch always primpin’, keep ballin’
Yes I’m a lil’ workaholic
Hit the crib with a 50 and all 20’s
I’ma just make her count all of ’em
But I get the backend all blues
Nah don’t fuck around, bruh, do all of it
Know it’s goin’ right to lil’ dude
Already got a closet, all shoes
Bought 10 pairs of baby G-Fazos
And my bitch got a closet with some Loubs
Cashed out on the crib, I ain’t get the view
I’m like, “Fuck it, no problem, it’ll do”
Mama’s crib got a pond, not a pool
We had roaches and rats, I ain’t get to move
I survived through it all, it’s true (yes, it’s true)
Slept on couches and floors all through middle school
Now I’m cool, now I’m ‘bool
Now my car go vroom, (vroom)
Niggas hatin’ on me, but it’s bool
Guess I got rich too soon
Nigga, I’ve been rappin’ like six years (what?)
I seen ten niggas get killed
What about me turnin’ down them deals? (Huh)
Now you pissed off ’cause I switched wheels?

[Interlude: G Herbo]
Uh, who run it? Limit
No Limit run it
No Limit
Who run it? G Herbo
I’m done with this shit

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Who y’all think you foolin’? Not me
Y’all niggas really ain’t airin’ nothin’
[?] bust down, tryna scare somethin’
Your shit weak, tryna compare us or somethin’
What I made last week? Like a million or somethin’
Rich, mad ’cause your bitch ate my kids or somethin’
Man, I could fuck your wife like you sharin’ or somethin’
Galore ass mansion with lira or somethin’
Nigga tried to get my ho, tried to fuck my bitch
You think I’ma miss that?
Man she suck mean dick and she sucked rock dick
So you think I’ma kiss that?
I was in L.A., bitch powdered her nose
Told her I ain’t with that
Boy you trippin’, SI diamonds on your neck
Mean you better give your wrist back
Me no broke, Akademiks, yeah, that’s where you get your news at
Ask your bros, Grammy-nominated songs just to prove that
Know your bros told you, nah, you better not just do that, uh
I’m going mode, T.Y., tell me when to go, boy, you ain’t rich, you a bitch (facts)
Oh you T’d out? Bitch, you beat out
Y’all worried ’bout me, better get your lick back
Just like bitches, y’all all chit chat
Car so foreign got an engine in the back
Balenciaga with the Gucci and the Prada
With the Louis and the Pucci and it’s all mismatched
Ho, it’s Lil Uzi and I’m far from a goofy
In Chiraq, 150, be strapped
Got a 40 shorty, boy, better get back
Gun loud, backyard party, kick back
How I’m broke If I just hired myself a hitman?
Be quiet, bro, them niggas over there turn six racks
Not lyin’, bro, I been fucked this bitch for six racks
After I drop that shit, me, Herbo, Ari and my bitch is gonna relax
Prolly somewhere on a beach
Prolly somewhere on an island
You know that my Rollie got XO diamonds in it, so that’s that Perfect Timing
Said, “Elliot, bezel it,” ice kettle chips, I run it back like a Heisman
Pull up, I’m swervin’, I’m mergin’, I got the whip, yeah the one right with the curtains
Got boys that be workin’ their block to be twerkin’, the Tesla pull up for diversion
On the beat, me and Herbo, we purgin’, the Percy the molly the lean got us slurrin’
You call her phone, you think she sleep, but she suckin’ my dick while her words keep on slurpin’
She said that my shit the same size as a two-liter ginger ale, why she keep burpin’
I take out my hair and I stand on my money, your bitch think I’m Julius Erving

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Just a little somethin’ to it, I ain’t even rip the shit
Pull up in a Lamb’ or somethin’
Peanut butter whip, yeah, jam or somethin’
Fucked your bitch on cam or somethin’
Pink diamonds think I’m Cam or somethin’

Quality Control – Bosses Don’t Speak Lyrics

[Intro]
Can’t go out there playin’ when you see us young rich niggas
Droppin’ straight cash on whips, flooded ice
I know you like, “How the fuck these niggas got so much drip?”
Hundred thousand dollar watches
Three point five million dollar cribs and shit
Check the Forbes list, nigga

[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)

[Verse 1: Offset]
All of my bitch ain’t a hundred (no)
Oh yeah, my wrist cost a hundred (hundred)
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds (hundreds)
I’ll take your life for this money (brrt)
I took the top of the coupe, it’s insane (woo)
I did this shit for the pain (pain)
Boarding a private plane (plane)
Audemar Pig’ with the skeleton plain (woo)
Put her on X, put her on percs (perky)
There go Set, baller alert (brrt)
Don’t sip liquor, I’m only on syrup (nah, mud)
Put the dope in your hand, want the money on the first (yeah)
I got a bag of the lotto, the cookie, the sherbert (bag)
It’s a murder on the Nawf and they try to put me in the verdict
I got the birdies, ballin’ like Julius Erving (brrt)
Cookin’ it early, dope get to singin’ like Shirley
Got thirties on thirties, we callin’ them thirties Steph Curry
Don’t talk to me dirty ’cause my niggas goin’ seven thirty
Gave her the pink molly, told a bitch yeah it’s Kirby (molly)
I’ma just fuck her three times and then I’ma curve it (smash, smash)
Oh my God, she said her feelings is hurtin’ (oh my God, woah)
Shut the fuck up lil’ thotty, suck it and slurp it (shh, shh, ehh)
Where was everybody when I was just hurtin’? (where, where)
Only the gang survived, it’s family first

[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Oh my God, I bought a foreign and Dodge (oh my God)
Oh my God, I had a foreign menage (oh my, oh my God)
Oh my God, thought you were real, you ‘flauge
Bullets fly and then you flee, nigga we seen your heart
Iced teeth (ice), cellphone beep (brrt, brrt)
Fight me, body bag sheets (body bag)
Am I geeked? Bitch I might be (stupid bitch)
Chanel seats, mansion twelve thousand square feet (yeah)
Once I beat, I tell that bitch to stay away from me (beat it)
I’m not talkin’ ’bout no thot, I’m talkin’ your favorite piece (I am)
I came from the Nawf then jumped into the Major League (I did)
You ain’t never drove this valet so I keep the key
Said she can’t leave without her friend, I got them knee to knee
When you rich like me, this is what it’s s’posed to be (you do)
Can’t get close to me (no)
Backwoods, roll the leaf (roll it)
I done survived some beef (survived)
Now I can massage my seats (massage)

[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)

K Camp – Family Matters

[Verse 1]
Was in LA for a minute
Then I came back to the city
Copped the watch then I dropped 50
In the drop push a buck 50
I got hoes that I kept around
I got some that I let go
Fill the wood with the petro
Misunderstood and I’m cutthroat

[Bridge]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
Grandma sick and its fuckin’ with me
Mama stressin’ and its fuckin’ with me

[Verse 2]
I’m just tryna get my mind right
Was in the dark but I found light
Blessings come when the time right
30k for the time right
30k for a new bitch
He don’t know what to do with it
All that nigga do is pillow talk
And imma fuckin’ act a fool with it
Imma fuckin’ act a fool with it
New crib got a pool in it
Hella paper go to school with it
Suck my dick and baby drool with it

[Hook]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
I ain’t met a nigga fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me

[Verse 2]
Most them niggas was my niggas then
Most them niggas ain’t my niggas now
My shit get real will you stick around
I know niggas that let me down
I be flexin on purpose
Bitch I’m hungry and lurkin
Feel like Julius Erving
Getting head in a suburban
Top back and I’m swerving
Top back you can’t top that
Got me feelin’ like Pac back
I got niggas that’ll cock back
Too much pressure you can’t start that
I’m out of mind
Too many bitches, out on the town
Wish I could rewind, and back in the days
When niggas was normal
But this shit isn’t normal
Louis my loafers, Gucci my thermal
No it ain’t formal
Me without cash, that is abnormal
My bitch is bad you know she ain’t normal
You know she ain’t normal

[Hook]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
I ain’t met a nigga fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me

[Outro]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
You’ll never catch no suckas with me
I ain’t met a nigga fuckin’ with me
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
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