Who Run It Freestyle lyrics

by

Vado


[Intro]
Oh yeah
Oh, this what we doin'
Shout out to the homie G Herbo, man
You know I had to get on this, man
Uh

[Verse]
Big pimpin', spendin' Gs, twenty racks in the back of jeans
Tatted sleeves, Patek freeze, pretty n*gga, that indeed
Thottie with me, black and cream, African, Japanese
I just call her "blackanese," I'm just gonna tap that and leave
I don't leave the house unless I got a bag waitin' for me at the front door
If you short on my cash, thirty n*ggas hoppin' out a Uber truck
So don't try your luck, hoes down to f*ck, top floor of the hotel
Smokin' weed in the bathroom, put the shower on so it's no smell
Street cold, don't tell, but I'd rather live where it's no hell
It's funny how hatin' n*ggas be the ones who names ring no bells
Oh well, my b*tch bad, and her pus*y got a soap smell
She a model, nah she a mo-del, she a little bougie
And I'm just tryna put this big wet tongue on top of that coochie
Earlier she was a little mad at me, she a little moody
Sometimes I don't understand the b*tch, she a little confusing
Like, half the time, I don't be even doin' sh*t, and she be assuming
Like I ain't loyal or somethin', you act like I don't call you or somethin'
You act like you a little spoiled or somethin'
Is you hot like you boiling somethin'?
So all you rappers it's a wrap for you like aluminum foil or somethin'
Better crown her, came from the ground up, from the soil or somethin'
Been 'bout it, every n*gga with me poppin' like oil or somethin'
I was slackin', had to get on track like I'm recordin' or somethin'
I hear a lot of talk, but honestly, they ain't really talkin' 'bout nothin'
And nowadays, I don't trust a thing, so I ain't really sure about nothin'
I just f*cked your b*tch in Givenchy flip-flops
And yeah, we spendin' money, but we also spin blocks
Bend blocks, shout out my n*gga Jezz, big opps (Grr)
They ain't open up them doors, I had to pick locks (Mm)
Free Bobby, free Rowdy, free the whole 9 (Free the 9)
Got lit on my own n*gga, didn't need a cosign (Didn't need a cosign)
It's Red Lyfe, no red lights, green lights go time (Green lights)
But before you get on the road, n*gga make sure you know your road signs (Uh-huh)
He asked did I f*ck his b*tch, I said "uh yeah n*gga, four times" (Four times)
My sex drive longer than my show lines, make her c*m in no time (No time)
RL that's the bro sign, can't come in, we got closed sign
Can't hang here, this is not a clothesline, f*ck around and get clotheslined
No ghostwriter, I wrote mine, wrote the whole rap and the whole rhyme
They like "MA, where the album at?" I just need a lil' more time
I got guns, but if I ain't usin' it, no need to show mine (No)
Don't mean I won't blow, ma, b*tch n*gga, you could blow, ma
In the club, I drink out the bottle, ain't no need to even pour mine
Stripper b*tches don't like me 'cause I get money and don't throw mine
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with me, ain't gotta say it, you already know why
If I had a di*k, you could suck it; if I had nuts, you could hold mine
[Outro]
Hahahaha
I said, if I had some nuts, you could hold mine (Huh?)
Hahahaha
Haha
If I had some nuts, you could hold mine
f*ck y'all n*ggas
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
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