g herbo - who run it (remix) lyrics
[intro: g herbo]
(southside on the track, yeah)
gang sh-t, n-gg-
yeah
f-ck you talkin’ ’bout, man?
this sh-t’s got the most views out of everything i’ve ever put up on my sh-t
that little clip, that sh-t got a million views
i ain’t never got no views on some sh-t out
[verse 1: g herbo]
who you think you ahead of? not us
in the s or the porsche carerras somethin’
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 have an affair
i’ma spin that ho like pharris
born in the chi like ye
but i do crimes like b-mp j, i ain’t scared of nothin’
p-ssport stamp, young n-gg- ran up that sack
might as well go to paris, huh?
woofin, got whacked you embarr-ssed, 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-gg-s 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-gg-, 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: g herbo]
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?
why he got 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 ain’t happen, not one day, 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 valley, get a crib, 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-gg-s hatin’ on me, but it’s bool
guess i got rich too soon
n-gg-, i’ve been rappin’ like six years (what?)
i seen ten n-gg-s get k!lled
what about me turnin’ down them deals? (huh)
now you p-ssed 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
i’m done with this sh-t
[verse 3: lil uzi vert]
who y’all think you foolin’? not me
y’all n-gg-s really ain’t airin’ nothin’
this bust down, tryna scare somethin’
your sh-t weak, tryna compare us or somethin’
what i made last week? like a million or somethin’
rich, mad ’cause your b-tch ate my kids or somethin’
man, i could f-ck your wife like you sharin’ or somethin’
galore -ss mansion with lira or somethin’
n-gg- tried to get my ho, tried to f-ck my b-tch
you think i’ma miss that?
man she suck mean d-ck and she sucked rock d-ck
so you think i’ma kiss that?
i was in l.a., b-tch powdered her nose
told her i ain’t with that
boy you trippin’, si diamonds on your neck
mean you better give your wrist back
me no broke, akademiks, yeah, that’s 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
i’m going mode, t.y., tell me when to go, boy, you ain’t rich, you a b-tch (facts)
oh you t’d out? b-tch, you beat out
y’all worried ’bout me, better get your lick back
just like b-tches, y’all 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 it’s all mismatched
ho, it’s lil uzi and i’m far from a goofy
in chiraq, 150, be strapped
got a 40 shorty, boy, better get back
gun loud, backyard party, kick back
how i’m broke if i just hired myself a hitman?
be quiet, bro, them n-gg-s over there turn six racks
not lyin’, bro, i been f-cked this b-tch for six racks
after i drop that sh-t, me, herbo, ari and my b-tch is gonna relax
prolly somewhere on a beach
prolly somewhere on an island
you know that my rollie got xo diamonds in it, so that’s that perfect timing
said, “elliot, bezel it,” ice kettle chips, i run it back like a heisman
pull up, i’m swervin’, i’m 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 d-ck while her words keep on slurpin’
she said that my sh-t 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 b-tch think i’m julius erving
[outro: lil uzi vert]
ayy, ayy
yeah, yeah
just a little somethin’ to it, i ain’t even rip the sh-t
pull up in a lamb’ or somethin’
peanut b-tter whip, yeah, jam or somethin’
f-cked your b-tch on cam or somethin’
pink diamonds think i’m cam or somethin’
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