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Who Run It Freestyle

 

Who Run It Freestyle


Realest bitch alive and I'm only in my teens
Bring the smoke my way and I'ma make your forehead face a beam
Eat the pavement if you hating, need my paper, I'm impatient
Fans is waiting, finna hit the road, got sold out shows with Asian
[?] I'm blazing, mami, get out of the city, you racing
I'm bringing bars, bars, bars, all my competition caged in
I'm getting 50 and up in a day
You still gon' piss in a cup [?]
Pissy pissy hoes all in my face
Think they might make me get back to my ways, wait
I need a breather, kill a ho just like she having a seizure, ayy
Need a vacation, when I'm off tour I might go to Ibiza, ayy
Gucci my sneakers, been in the game and you hoes on the bleachers, ayy
Woah, a milli', I reach it, breaking the bank, I make more than my teachers, ayy
When I look around, don't see nobody in my lane
See these rappers need to [?], that's why they always say my name
I'm only getting better, bitter bitch it ain't gon' change
Why you tryna hang around me, bitch, get off 'cause you ain't gang
You ain't gang, treat you like a stain
All my biz is straight, I'd still be good without the fame
I got so many cousins, aunts, uncles that I never knew
On me for my revenue, I'm big now like I'm 7'2"
New whip and my leather smooth, try me, I'ma play it cool
Windows down, AC blowing, 20 below, I'm extra cool
You looking fed up 'cause of my bread up, I keep my head to the sky
Run up, [?] where I'm dropping the fire
Who want it? Tell me, bitches, who blunted?
You ain't know my crew run it? All we see is blue hundreds
On my dash, 200, these bitches sad and can't run it
Ho I'm a star, you wanna walk through you better tell me who funding

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