Who Run It

(Southside on the track, yeah)

Gang shit, nigga

Yeah

Fuck you talkin' 'bout, man?

This shit's got the most views out of everything I've ever put up on my shit

Just that little clip, that shit got a million views

I ain't never got a million views on some shit out

Who you think you ahead of? Not us

In the S or the Porsche Carerras somethin'

Fuck 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 Bump J, I ain't scared of nothin'

Passport stamp, young nigga ran up that sack

Might as well go to Paris, huh?

Woofin, got whacked you embarrassed, huh?

Pussy 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 niggas 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 fuck 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 nigga, 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 shit (fuck yeah)

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 (bitch)

Took the cash from verses, I give that shit to charity

Lovin' my city like Chano, I swear

Why the fuck 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 shittin' on everybody

I'm the one that do shit that you hear about

I'm the one that told y'all that I move like Obama

Then how the fuck 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, 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 bitch 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

Then I fucked around and ran through 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 bitch got a closet with some Loubs'

Cashed out on the crib, I ain't get the view

I'm like, "Fuck 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)

Niggas hatin' on me, but it's bool

Guess I got rich too soon

Nigga, I've been rappin' like six years (what?)

I seen ten niggas get killed

What about me turnin' down them deals? (Huh)

Now you pissed off 'cause I switched wheels?

Uh, who run it? Limit

No Limit run it

No Limit

Who run it? G Herbo

I'm done with this shit

Who y'all think you foolin'? Not me

Y'all niggas really ain't airin' nothin'

Goose bust down, tryna scare somethin'

Your shit weak, tryna compare us or somethin'

What I made last week? Like a million or somethin'

Rich, mad 'cause your bitch ate my kids or somethin'

Man, I could fuck your wife like you sharin' or somethin'

Galore ass mansion with leer or somethin'

Nigga tried to get my ho, tried to fuck my bitch

You think I'ma miss that?

Man she suck mean dick and she suck, ride dick

So you think I'ma kiss that?

I was in L.A., bitch 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 bitch (facts)

Oh you T'd out? Bitch, you beat out

Y'all worried 'bout me, better get your lick back

Just like bitches, 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 niggas over there turn six racks

Not lyin', bro, I been fucked this bitch for six racks

After I drop that shit, me, Herbo, Ari and my bitch 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 dick while her words keep on slurpin'

She said that my shit 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 bitch think I'm Julius Erving

Ayy, ayy

Yeah, yeah

Just a little somethin' to it, I ain't even rip the shit

Pull up in a Lamb' or somethin'

Peanut butter whip, yeah, jam or somethin'

Fucked your bitch on cam or somethin'

Pink diamonds think I'm Cam or somethin'