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600breezy - who run it lyrics

[chorus]
these n-ggas ain’t runnin’, sh-t but y’all mouth
fresh out the weight yard, ready to knock your -ss out
breezo when you comin’ home? b-tch i’m on my way out
clips ain’t got no curfew, they just f-ckin’ hang out, look

[verse]
take some sh-t to know who run it, i just drop ’em crazy
smack the clip, and like my b-tch’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 slippin’, i be on my pimpin’
black man in a pink with timberwolves like i was taj gibson
rosé sippin’, cartier frames on my vision
chasin’ women, i be touchin’ hoes like i was russel simmons
two k for these bridges, mister t like robin givens
breezo flow, this sh-t’s a given, n-ggas like to bite my lyrics
percocets, it got me itchin’, 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 sh-t’s a given, n-ggas like to bite my lyrics
percocets, it got me itchin’, 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 n-ggas 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 f-ckin’ call me
stay from ’round me, forty on me, kickin’ just like ronda rousey
off these meds i’m drowsy, foreign whips, i’m f-ckin’ clowning
p-ss the rock to ak, he shoot ak’s like he bob cousy
i’m ballin’ like anthony-towns, i’m on the real
i keep three b-tches with me like [?]
swim with sharks, you bound to drown
how they hit, you see that crown
funny n-ggas listen ’round
if he turn up we blow him down
ar shield will spin you ’round
chopper clip look like a frown
b-tch we livin’ young and wild
i’m actin’ up when i touch down
f-ckin’ hoes on tour, hammer on me like i’m thor
keep my f-ckin’ blower, six-oh sh-t, these n-ggas knownin’
i’ll be home soon, that’s a promise, n-ggas gon’ be sick and vomit
four-five in my pocket, that old n-gga sing like carl thomas, uh
chopper four-six, ak came with four sticks, uh
these is bars behind bars, you better know it b-tch, uh
rollies don’t tick, n-ggas they be holdin’ d-ck, uh
n-gga, who run it? i got it for six hundred
you talkin’, you bluffin’, they know how we comin’
six hundred, we gunnin’

[outro]
who run it? (600 cartel)
who run it? (600 cartel)
who run it? (600 cartel)
who run it? (600 cartel)

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