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bhad bhabie – who run it (ft. g herbo) lyrics

who you think you ahead of? not us
in the s or the porsche carrera or some
f+ck 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 havin’ affairs
i’ma spin that ho like pharris
born in the chi like ye
but i do crimes like bump j, i ain’t scared of nothin’
passport stamp, young n+gga ran up that sack
might as well go to paris, huh?
woofin, got whacked you embarrassed, huh?
p+ssy you act like you scared of somethin’
gon’ and shoot up the terrorists (shoot up the terrorists)
then they gon’ realize it’s serious (blah, blah)
i ain’t even on that, period (period)
i’m makin’ millions, i’m serious (i’m makin’ millions)
that money come in various (furious)
can’t count it, i get delirious (delirious)
i bought my mama a mansion (a mansion)
so i can’t trip over materials (yeah, yeah)
but i’m still dipped in that fashion
know i stay drippin’, that’s period
these n+ggas drippin’, that’s period
nah, they can’t find me and i’m serious (serious)
they right behind, i’m serious (serious)
and i’m straight off the 9, now i’m serious
who you gon’ send to f+ck with me?
take stuff from me or from any of mine? now i’m curious (i’m curious)
better think ‘fore you bust at me
if you miss, i’ll clap a 50 and, man, now i’m furious
dived in that water, dived like aquarius
young n+gga, 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 sh+t (f+ck yeah)

[verse 2]
all i smoke is loud, you got that mild like darius (yeah)
my son ain’t gotta work because he gon’ inherit it, uh huh (gon’ inherit it)
we yell, “gang+gang first,” you don’t even know your heritage (b+tch)
took the cash from verses, i give that sh+t to charity
lovin’ my city like chano, i swear
why the f+ck i still gotta ride everywhere with it?
“herb i seen you on the news, i was worried”
we was just jokin’ with y’all, that’s a parody
we don’t talk too much, got d’s everywhere (everywhere)
we still fresh, double g’s everywhere (everywhere)
i put the vv’s everywhere (everywhere)
i do mike amiri’s, every pair
and they know me for sh+ttin’ on everybody
i’m the one that do sh+t that you hear about
i’m the one that told y’all that i move like obama
then how the f+ck they end up with my whereabouts?
hold on, everybody gotta clear it out
middle of summer, hot like a sauna
we was laid back in the back of the honda
told young sneak up, anaconda
it ain’t happen, i wasn’t there, your honor
i was somewhere eatin’ benihana’s
get valet and lil’ benny to park it
all my life i had been in apartments
move to balley, get a brib, i’m ballin’
my b+tch always primpin’, keep ballin’
yes i’m a lil’ workaholic
hit the crib with a 50 and all 20’s
i’ma just make her count all of ’em
but i get the backend all blues
nah don’t f+ck around, bruh, do all of it
know it’s goin’ right to lil’ dude
already got a closet, all shoes
bought 10 pairs of baby g+fazos
and my b+tch got a closet with some loubs
cashed out on the crib, i ain’t get the view
i’m like, “f+ck it, no problem, it’ll do”
mama’s crib got a pond, not a pool
we had roaches and rats, i ain’t get to move
i survived through it all, it’s true (yes, it’s true)
slept on couches and floors all through middle school
now i’m cool, now i’m ‘bool
now my car go vroom, (vroom)
n+ggas hatin’ on me, but it’s bool
guess i got rich too soon
n+gga, i’ve been rappin’ like six years (what?)
i seen ten n+ggas get k!lled
what about me turnin’ down them deals? (huh)
now you p+ssed off ’cause i switched wheels?

[bhad bhabie: verse 3]
realest b+tch alive and i’m only in my teens
bring the smoke my way and i’ma make your forehead face a beam
eat the pavement if you hatin’, need my paper, i’m impatient
fans is waitin’, finna hit the road, got sold out shows with asian
[?] i’m blazin’, mami, get out of the city, you racin’
i’m bringin’ bars, bars, bars, all my competition caged in
i’m gettin’ 50 and up in a day
you still gon’ p+ss in a cup [?]
p+ssy p+ssy hoes all in my face
think they might make me get back to my ways, wait
i need a breather, k!ll a ho just like she havin’ a seizure, ayy
need a vacation, when i’m off tour i might go to ibiza, ayy
gucci my sneakers, been in the game and you hoes on the bleachers, ayy
woah, a milli’, i reach it, breakin’ the bank, i make more than my teachers, ayy
when i look around, don’t see n0body in my lane
see these rappers need the clout, that’s why they always say my name
i’m only gettin’ better, bitter b+tch it ain’t gon’ change
why you tryna hang around me, b+tch, get off ’cause you ain’t gang
you ain’t gang, treat you like a stain
all my biz is straight, i’d still be good without the fame
i got so many cousins, aunts, uncles that i never knew
on me for my revenue, i’m big now like i’m 7’2″
new whip and my leather smooth, try me, i’ma play it cool
windows down, ac blowin’, 20 below, i’m extra cool
you lookin’ fed up ’cause of my bread up, i keep my head to the sky
run up, [?] and i’m back to [?] where i’m droppin’ the fire
who want it? tell me, b+tches, who blunted?
you ain’t know my crew run it? all we see is blue hundreds
on my dash, 200, these b+tches sad and can’t run it
ho i’m a star, you wanna walkthrough you better tell me who fundin’
[outro]
uh, who run it? limit
no limit run it
no limit
who run it? g herbo
i’m done with this sh+t

- bhad bhabie lyrics

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