Who Run It (Remix)

[G Herbo:]
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Gang shit, nigga
Yeah
Fuck you talking '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

Who you think you ahead of? Not us
In the S or the Porsche Carerras something
Fuck twins like Tia and Tamera something
Yeah that boy getting bread, Panera, something
Landed in the GT, leer or something
Put Posto in the Air or something
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 nothing
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 something
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 making millions, I'm serious (I'm making 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 dripping, that's period
These niggas dripping, 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 breaking the barriers (breaking the barriers)
If you grabbing that torch, better carry it (better carry it)
Tryna hide on that porch on some scary shit (fuck yeah)

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
Loving 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 joking 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 shitting 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 eating 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 balling
My bitch always primping, keep balling
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 going 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 hating on me, but it's bool
Guess I got rich too soon
Nigga, I've been rapping like six years (what?)
I seen ten niggas get killed
What about me turning down them deals? (Huh)
Now you pissed off 'cause I switched wheels?

Uh, who run it? Limit
No Limit run it
No Limit man
No Limit
Who run it? G Herbo
I'm done with this shit

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Who y'all think you foolin'? Not me
Y'all niggas really ain't airing nothing
This bust down, tryna scare something
Your shit weak, tryna compare us or something
What I made last week? Like a million or something
Rich, mad 'cause your bitch ate my kids or something
Man, I could fuck your wife like you sharing or something
Galore ass mansion with lira or something
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 tripping, 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 lying, 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 swerving, I'm merging, I got the whip, yeah the one right with the curtains
Got boys that be working their block to be twerking, the Tesla pull up for diversion
On the beat, me and Herbo, we purging, the Percy the molly the lean got us slurring
You call her phone, you think she sleep, but she sucking my dick while her words keep on slurping
She said that my shit the same size as a two-liter ginger ale, why she keep burping
I take out my hair and I stand on my money, your bitch think I'm Julius Erving

Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Just a little something to it, I ain't even rip the shit
Pull up in a Lamb' or something
Peanut butter whip, yeah, jam or something
Fucked your bitch on cam or something
Pink diamonds think I'm Cam or something