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Who Run It

 

Who Run It


These niggas ain't running, shit but y'all mouth
Fresh out the weight yard, ready to knock your ass out
Breezo when you coming home? bitch I'm on my way out
Clips ain't got no curfew, they just fucking hang out, look

Take some shit to know who run it, I just drop 'em crazy
Smack the clip, and like my bitch's weave, these Glocks came with extensions
Forty thou in every pocket like I got a pension
Money long, these hundreds blue just like the hair on Marge Simpson
Chicago Bull, won't catch me slipping, I be on my pimping
Black man in a pink with Timberwolves like I was Taj Gibson
Rosé sipping, Cartier frames on my vision
Chasing women, I be touching hoes like I was Russel Simmons
Two K for these bridges, Mister T like Robin Givens
Breezo flow, this shit's a given, niggas like to bite my lyrics
Percocets, it got me itching, pistol it need 'stensions
ahh, plug me in, plug me in, plug me, aight bet
Two K for these bridges, Mister T like Robin Givens
Breezo flow, this shit's a given, niggas like to bite my lyrics
Percocets, it got me itching, pistol it need 'stensions
You smoke midget, I'll be out this summer, I forgot to mention
Shout out to Mo 'nem from the town, my niggas be on molly
Sixty up to fifty ninth we bangin, rep the worst baldy
If you wasn't 'round when I was down you better not fucking call me
Stay from 'round me, forty on me, kicking just like Ronda Rousey
Off these meds I'm drowsy, foreign whips, I'm fucking clowning
Pass the rock to AK, he shoot AK's like he Bob Cousy
I'm balling like Anthony-Towns, I'm on the real
I keep three bitches with me like [?]
Swim with sharks, you bound to drown
How they hit, you see that crown
Funny niggas listen 'round
If he turn up we blow him down
AR shield will spin you 'round
Chopper clip look like a frown
Bitch we living young and wild
I'm acting up when I touch down
Fucking hoes on tour, hammer on me like I'm Thor
Keep my fucking blower, six-oh shit, these niggas knowning
I'll be home soon, that's a promise, niggas gon' be sick and vomit
Four-five in my pocket, that old nigga sing like Carl Thomas, uh
Chopper four-six, AK came with four sticks, uh
These is bars behind bars, you better know it bitch, uh
Rollies don't tick, niggas they be holding dick, uh
Nigga, who run it? I got it for six hundred
You talking, you bluffing, they know how we coming
Six hundred, we gunning

These niggas ain't running, shit but y'all mouth
Fresh out the weight yard, ready to knock your ass out
Breezo when you coming home? bitch I'm on my way out
Clips ain't got no curfew, they just fucking hang out, look

Who run it? (600 Cartel)
Who run it? (600 Cartel)
Who run it? (600 Cartel)
Who run it? (600 Cartel)

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