Who Run It Remix Lyrics by G Herbo ft. Lil Uzi Vert
[Intro – G Herbo]
“Southside on the track, yeah”
Gang s–t, n—a
Yeah
F–k you talking ’bout, man?
This s–t’s got the most views out of everything I’ve ever put up on my s–t
That little clip, that s–t got a million views
I ain’t never got no views on some s–t out
[Verse 1 – G Herbo]
Who you think you ahead of? Not us
In the S or the Porsche Carerras something
F–k twins like Tia and Tamera something
Yeah that boy getting bread, Panera, something
Landed in the GT, leer or something
Put Posto in the Air or something
Marry her, she have an affair
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 nothing
Passport stamp, young n—a ran up that sack
Might as well go to Paris, huh?
Woofin, got whacked you embarrassed, huh?
P—y you act like you scared of something
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 making millions, I’m serious “I’m making 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 dripping, that’s period
These n—-s dripping, 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–k 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—a, we was breaking the barriers “breaking the barriers”
If you grabbing that torch, better carry it “better carry it”
Tryna hide on that porch on some scary s–t “f–k 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—h”
Took the cash from verses, I give that s–t to charity
Loving my city like Chano, I swear
Why the f–k I still gotta ride everywhere with it?
“Herb I seen you on the news, I was worried”
We was just joking 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 s——g on everybody
I’m the one that do s–t that you hear about
I’m the one that told y’all that I move like Obama
Then how the f–k they end up with my whereabouts?
Why the got the (?)
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 eating 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 balling
My b—h always primping, keep balling
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–k around, bruh, do all of it
Know it’s going right to lil’ dude
Already got a closet, all shoes
Bought 10 pairs of baby G-Fazos
And my b—h got a closet with some Loubs
Cashed out on the crib, I ain’t get the view
I’m like, “F–k 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—-s hating on me, but it’s bool
Guess I got rich too soon
N—a, I’ve been rapping like six years “what?”
I seen ten n—-s get killed
What about me turning down them deals? “Huh”
Now you p—-d off ’cause I switched wheels?
[Interlude – G Herbo]
Uh, who run it? Limit
No Limit run it
No Limit
Who run it? G Herbo
I’m done with this s–t
[Verse 3 – Lil Uzi Vert]
Who y’all think you fooling? Not me
Y’all n—-s really ain’t airing nothing
(?) bustdown, tryna scare something
Your s–t weak, tryna compare us or something
What I made last week? Like a million or something
Rich, mad ’cause your b—h ate my kids or something
Man, I could f–k your wife like you sharing or something
Galore a-s mansion with leer or something
N—a tried to get my ho, tried to f–k my b—h
You think I’ma miss that?
Man she suck mean d–k and she suck, ride d–k
So you think I’ma kiss that?
I was in L.A., b—h powdered her nose
Told her I ain’t with that
Boy you tripping, (?) 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
(?) T.Y., tell me when to go, boy, you ain’t rich, you a b—h “facts”
Oh you T’d out? B—h, you beat out
Y’all worried ’bout me, better get your lick back
Just like b—–s, 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 it from 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—-s over there turn six racks
Not lying, bro, I been f—-d this b—h for six racks
After I drop that s–t, me, Herbo, Ari and my b—h 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 swerving, I’m merging, I got the whip, yeah the one right with the curtains
Got boys that be working their block to be twerking, the Tesla pull up for diversion
On the beat, me and Herbo, we purging, the (?) lean got us slurring
You call her phone, you think she sleep, but she sucking my d–k while her words keep on slurping
She said that my s–t the same size as a two-liter ginger ale, why she keep burping
I take out my hair and I stand on my money, your b—h think I’m Julius Erving
[Outro – Lil Uzi Vert]
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Just a little something to it, I ain’t even rip the s–t
Pull up in a Lamb’ or something
Peanut butter whip, yeah, jam or something
F—-d your b—h on cam or something
Pink diamonds think I’m Cam or something
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