Who Run It

Most of these niggas be wellin', most of these niggas be flodgin Most of my niggas we trappin', most of my niggas be robbin I do this shit for the hood 'cause I really come from the partments Mixin' the work wit' the soda and put the pot under the faucet Crack-cocaine flow sick, I don't spend change on a bitch Still wit' the gang I don't switch I'ma keep shootin' I don't quit Shells fly, we don't see no body drop double back, spin it again In other words don't nobody die we gon' slide 'til somebody get hit At the table wit' my feet up Hit the connect it's 'bout time for a re-up Aye Bitch wit' me badd, she a diva she like to take pictures and smoke the og up They never wit' you til they need you for somethin Tote the pistol like it's legal or somethin Feds listenin' let me switch the discussion Free my nigga, no we never was bluffin Remember them nights in the stu all night Shootin' dice probably smoke up a whole pound F&N wit' a suppressor I call it a gangsta 'cause it don't make no sound Niggas be talkin' bout boxing You show em a fifty and the don't want no round I blow og to the face So I can't see a f*ck nigga through all these smoke clouds Aye Shit on you niggas, I'm sorry All my young niggas retarded We got extendos, ain't talkin' Nintendo When they come through blowin' the cartridge Tell me to rap, but I can't leave the trap 'Cause this shit is just in me regardless I'm Moneybagg Yo, heartless Put a dot on your head, target We goin' shoppin' for bodies I'm tryna cop me a Mazzi I mixed the lean wit' the molly I had to do this for Marley Know thats my nigga So I'ma be wit em if niggas say they want some problems 20 clip, 30 clip, 50 clip, 100 clip No, we don't tote no revolvers Niggas be lyin' bout who run it Might go catch a body like, who done it The law come get me, I don't know nothin No I can't f*ck wit you, you told somethin It's gon hurt my heart to expose it My uncle just told me stay focused I tote on a stick and it's loaded Might front you a zip, let you owe me Ever seen a young nigga turn up wit a hundred round drum And he shootin' like Kobe Don't you speak on my name, you don't know me You gon' make me go back to the old me Ain't believin' no rap, if you say you a gangsta my nigga You gotta come show me I be right on the south wit' the pole I be totin' on life wit' parole I be blowin' og wit' the bros If you front me the work then it's sold You was cuffin' that bitch and she go Everything that glitters, ain't gold I put that on my life never fold I be high as a kite off the dope Nigga try to sneak diss me and come to my city Then we gon' be right at your show And we got that shit for the low I feel like c-4 when it blow I got some hitters when me They gon' kill somethin' if I tell 'em it's smoke Since you went to jail you think you a gangsta But that shit just mean you got caught Never tell on no nigga no matter the situation That's just what I was taught Bitch Whole lotta gang shit (Gang) I ain't never change on the same shit Bitch I'm gang gang and I can't switch Hollow tips Got a lot of clips, sold a lot of zips Kick a door Hit a lot of licks, I did all kind of shit Fresh as f*ck All you see is drip, you gotta see this shit Bitch wit' me so bad, she say she love me can't believe the bitch You got work, we'll come and kick in your bando Where it's at, we came for them pounds and pianos Hundred rounds, lot of niggas wit me got ammo F*ck and bitch we don't love 'em so let my man go Love my whole city but ain't nothin' like the south Pistols in the kitchen, we got choppers in the couch Ever since a youngin' runnin' in and out the house Listenin' to the Drought, screamin f*ck the drought (Aye, Aye)