Who Run It

Who run it, who run it, who run it, who run it, who run it

Who run it, who run it, who run it, who run it, who run it

Who run it, who run it, who run it, who run it, who run it

These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth

'Cause the first hater step, the first hater getting tossed out

These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth

'Cause the first hater step, the first hater getting tossed out

These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth

'Cause the first hater step, the first hater getting tossed out

These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth

'Cause the first one of y'all step, the first one I'ma toss out

These **** got plenty ammo, but they ain't got plenty guns

I'm busting out luxury cars then got these hoes on the run

I'm hearing plenty mean words, but ain't no actions to prove

We can do some straight walk the walk

We can do some sticking and moving

We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this rain

I can pop your chest, blast this Glock or pop your jaw, diamond rings

Bitch, don't hate me, hate the bank for stashing the cheese that I take

Or hate my shiny wristband and big ass rims I rotate

See people flip when I'm coming, got suckers sick at their stomach

They wondering what I brought in, they wondering what I got coming

****, I'm coming like this, off in your mouth like a bitch

Taste me when you think of me, I'm bringing water, I'll start it

What's the business, it's that player that you love to hate

Always see come out the bank

Always out there mentioning my name when you're high on the drank

Catch up with this boy, you can't, 'cause you know I'm holding rank

When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it'll make you faint

Through the streets, now have you heard

'Bout the Mafia dropping birds?

Running from them Nazi cops, throwing out the bags of herb

Ain't afraid to cock the steel, hollow tips gonna make you feel

If you wanna burn me out, Cartiers and a Dracula grill

These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth

'Cause the first hater step, the first hater getting tossed out

These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth

'Cause the first hater step, the first hater getting tossed out

I can't take it anymore, I'm 'bout to explode

I'm 'bout to overload, I'm 'bout to kill you, boy

All I wanna know is where the G's at, where the keys at

Keep it easy, you don't wanna get skeety

All over this fucking room, ****, boom

Lay there on your back so you can get up soon

Stab you in your heart with a har-fucking-poon

****, boom, ****, boom

Scarecrow's on and I'm still hungry, starving for a platinum supper

Wiping MCs up they belly, the quicker the sicker be eater upper

If it was gifts, gats, gun 'em all down, leaving ghost towns

Splish-splash, brains on the ground with a cannon round

Ball bat, bash him in his back, beating bitches down

Battle axe blades bust his balls, body never found

Catch a close encounter 'cause the Anna kills all these rap bums

Chemical reaction, cobra venom shot into his arm

These, these, these bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth

'Cause the first hater step, the first hater getting tossed out

These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth

'Cause the first hater step, the first hater getting tossed out

These

These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth

'Cause the first one of y'all step, the first one I'ma toss out

Here we go, all you weak ass hoes in my face like you my friend

Triple six dropped in again, time to make ends

Dope game, my game, hoes lame, it's a shame

How that Gangsta Boo is gonna click up on you bitches, man

Fat cat, what I be packing, how you love that?

Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at?

Blaow, you dead in a second for ten G's

Where you from? Black Haven is where I be on my P's

Parents please, watch out for your children

This a warning, better lock 'em in the basement

Street **** taught myself the rugged

Come corrupted ugly pussy, pussy

Close your fucking mouth, my ****, Koopsta tryna tell you something

Peter, Peter, pussy eater, wanna get fucked by Koopsta Knicca

Lord, I done some sin, knew she married, but I didn't know that ****

Figured he is a killer, so he figures he'll watch her fucking

Bust some motherfucking slugs upside this thug, cuz

These, these, these bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth

'Cause the first hater step, the first hater getting tossed out

These bitches ain't running, running shit but y'all mouth