- G Herbo Who Run It (Remix) 歌詞
- G Herbo
- [Intro: G Herbo]
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Gang shit, nigga
Yeah
Fuck you talkin bout, man?
This shits got the most views out of everything Ive ever put up on my shit
That little clip, that shit got a million views
I aint 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
Ima spin that ho like Pharris
Born in the Chi like Ye
But I do crimes like Bump J, I aint 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 its serious (blah, blah)
I aint even on that, period (period)
Im makin millions, Im serious (Im makin millions)
That money come in various (furious)
Cant count it, I get delirious (delirious)
I bought my mama a mansion (a mansion)
So I cant trip over materials (yeah, yeah)
But Im still dipped in that fashion
Know I stay drippin, thats period
These niggas drippin, thats period
Nah, they cant find me and Im serious (serious)
They right behind, Im serious (serious)
And Im straight off the 9, now Im serious
Who you gon send to fuck with me?
Take stuff from me or from any of mine? Now Im curious (Im curious)
Better think fore you bust at me
If you miss, Ill clap a 50 and, man, now Im 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 aint gotta work because he gon inherit it, uh huh (gon inherit it)
We yell, 'Gang-gang first,' you dont 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 yall, thats a parody
We dont talk too much, got Ds everywhere (everywhere)
We still fresh, double Gs everywhere (everywhere)
I put the VVs everywhere (everywhere)
I do Mike Amiris, every pair
And they know me for shittin on everybody
Im the one that do shit that you hear about
Im the one that told yall that I move like Obama
Then how the fuck they end up with my whereabouts?
Why hegot 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 aint happen, not one day, your honor
I was somewhere eatin Benihanas
Get valet and Lil Benny to park it
All my life I had been in apartments
Move to valley, get a crib, Im ballin
My bitch always primpin, keep ballin
Yes Im a lil workaholic
Hit the crib with a 50 and all 20s
Ima just make her count all of em
But I get the backend all blues
Nah dont fuck around, bruh, do all of it
Know its 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 aint get the view
Im like, 'Fuck it, no problem, itll do'
Mamas crib got a pond, not a pool
We had roaches and rats, I aint get to move
I survived through it all, its true (yes, its true)
Slept on couches and floors all through middle school
Now Im cool, now Im bool
Now my car go vroom, (vroom)
Niggas hatin on me, but its bool
Guess I got rich too soon
Nigga, Ive 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 man
No Limit
Who run it? G Herbo
Im done with this shit
[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Who yall think you foolin? Not me
Yall niggas really aint airin nothin
This 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 Ima miss that?
Man she suck mean dick and she sucked rock dick
So you think Ima kiss that?
I was in L.A., bitch powdered her nose
Told her I aint with that
Boy you trippin, SI diamonds on your neck
Mean you better give your wrist back
Me no broke, Akademiks, yeah, thats 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
Im going mode, T.Y., tell me when to go, boy, you aint rich, you a bitch (facts)
Oh you Td out? Bitch, you beat out
Yall worried bout me, better get your lick back
Just like bitches, yall 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 its all mismatched
Ho, its Lil Uzi and Im far from a goofy
In Chiraq, 150, be strapped
Got a 40 shorty, boy, better get back
Gunloud, backyard party, kick back
How Im 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 thats that Perfect Timing
Said, 'Elliot, bezel it,' ice kettle chips, I run it back like a Heisman
Pull up, Im swervin, Im 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 Im Julius Erving
[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Just a little somethin to it, I aint 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 Im Cam or somethin
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