G Herbo — Who Run It Remix

[Intro: G Herbo] 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 That little clip, that shit got a million views I ain't never got no views on some shit out [Verse 1: G Herbo] 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 Ferris 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 terrace (shoot up the terrace) 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 slap 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) [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 (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 to 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 Bali, get a brib, 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 Nah don't fuck 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 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?) What about me turnin' down them deals? (Huh) Now you pissed 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 shit [Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] Who y'all think you foolin'? Not me Y'all niggas really ain't airin' nothin' This bust down, tryna scare us or some' 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 lira or somethin' Nigga tried to get my ho, tried to fuck my bitch You think I'ma miss that? Man she sucked Mean's dick and she sucked Rock's 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, uh 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 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 niggas over there'll turn to six rats 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 in 'em 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 Perky 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 [Outro: Lil Uzi Vert] 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'