Who Run It (Freestyle) lyrics

by

Vado


[Intro]
Straight up
21

[Verse]
.223 Diamondback with the drum, n*gga (Straight up)
Choppa like to crush a lot, Big Pun n*gga (Straight up)
I've been taking money ever since I was young, n*gga (Straight up)
Sneak dissin', n*ggas cuttin' out your tongue, n*gga (Straight up)
Real street n*gga, I ain't doin' no cappin', n*gga, I ain't told no lies (21)
I don't give a f*ck if I got a hunnid' million, I'm keepin' my .45 (On God)
Walkin' up on ya n*gga, point blank range, we ain't doin' no drive-by's (Yeah)
I still right here wit' hollows, n*gga, and I got my Glock out (Facts)
She keep tryna watch Netflix, b*tch, I'm pullin' my c*ck out (Straight up)
Hit her with the di*k and I left that b*tch c*ckeyed (Straight up, straight up)
All these VVS's, I made your b*tch c*ckeyed (21, 21)
Talkin' out your neck, you get your T-shirt tie-dyed (On God)
I'm on Percocet's, I think I'm finna skydive (Yeah)
You little pus*ycat, you must think you got nine lives (21)
I'm so sick of all this fruity sh*t, you n*ggas on thin ice
That stick gon' cut you half-time, now these n*ggas wanna switch sides (Straight up)
I ain't really with that talkin' sh*t, lil' n*gga, I'm walkin' up (Straight up)
That .30 like a tree lil' n*gga, watch where you barkin' up (Straight up)
We got way too many shots, y'all lil' n*ggas can't dodge enough (On God)
We can even challenge ya, 'cause y'all lil' n*ggas ain't charged enough (Fast)
Quarter million dollar for a walkthrough (Straight up)
Get the utmost respect when I walk through (Straight up)
I love the way you suck that di*k, lil' b*tch, don't forget who taught you (Straight up)
Way too much, can't stalk you (Straight up)
Bogeyman, n*gga, I'll haunt you (On God)
All these bullets 'round me, n*gga, I ain't got time to punch you (21)
Hit 'em wit' the 3-2, all y'all n*ggas see through (Yeah)
Broad day, I'll see food, had to hit a lick at Kiku (Yeah-yeah)
Lil' b*tch I don't need you (Yeah-yeah)
Hell Nah, I can't eat you (Yeah-yeah)
Let the whole gang G you, then I left that b*tch at Jeju (Yeah-yeah)
You must be scared or some, n*gga, let's bet the spread or some (21)
That's your main b*tch, but I bet that lil' b*tch spread for some (On God)
I got all these blues like I ain't bangin' red or somethin' (Blatt)
I bought all these cars like l ain't got no legs or somethin' (Yeah)
f*ck that other side, pull up in ya hood switch it (21)
Sex, money, murder, two guns, n*gga, big B's (21)
Every time I hit that b*tch she come back like a frisbee (Yeah)
I ain't got time to play with nobody kids, go watch Disney (Yeah)
Skin made of concrete, n*gga, you can never be me (21)
My brother down the road with a touchscreen and a FeFe (Big facts)
Candlelight gang, leave a n*gga on the TV (21)
Fish fry gang, y'all can't even afford to die
b*tch, I'm way too real, I can't even afford to lie
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