Who Run It

(álbum: Krime Pays 3 - 2018)

Yeah, hey perc, hey swerv, ayy coo (shoo)
Fuck these niggas at holmes, yeah, grrr

Rob cuz he got Suged
I got the red beam, Riding Hood
Im from a place, Wish a nigga would
Cuz talking bout I went Hollywood
Shooting at niggas like the Army would
Is that nigga breathing? He hardly could
That nigga bluffing know that he not a plug
The pack in [?] a jugg
Walk down on your man wit a G-lock
Pump on me get his head blown 3 blocks
Sixth Grade, wooping niggas for G-Shock
(Pew Pew) Let the Ruger beep bop
Ric Flair put the zip in a kneelock
I got the birds, nigga no peacock
You can backdoor, we doin 3 knocks
Pistol at the baby it's [?]
Go to work like I play for the Nationals
Gun got a switch, but its not compatible
White plug keep calling me radical
In the city do a hit at the capital
I love the beams, but the scope is tactical
Walk in wit a stick "Holy Mackerel!"
No glick swapping Ruger's not Collateral
I heard that lil nigga got work and we backing him
He acting like he'll shoot or sum
That nigga keep bluffing, we shoot her son
I got me a mac with he cooling gun
In the house wit a Drac "Look what you done"
He talk on the internet make it worse
Might shoot his Grandmother and take her purse
I wipe off the blood with the baby shirt
I got a big dog, but the cage will work
I still want to know what you acting hard for when you ain't hop off the porch
Where was you when [?] was going through, yal niggas was playing sports
He was confused and [?] get bullet wounds, and out here you playing fort
Heard lil cuz just trying to eat off my plate, Imma stab his ass wit a fork