Who Run It lyrics

[Chorus]
These n*ggas ain't runnin', sh*t but y'all mouth
Fresh out the weight yard, ready to knock your ass out
Breezo when you comin' home? b*tch I'm on my way out
Clips ain't got no curfew, they just f*ckin' hang out, look

[Verse]
Take some sh*t to know who run it, I just drop 'em crazy
Smack the clip, and like my b*tch's weave, these Glocks came with extensions
Forty thou in every pocket like I got a pension
Money long, these hundreds blue just like the hair on Marge Simpson
Chicago Bull, won't catch me slippin', I be on my pimpin'
Black man in a pink with Timberwolves like I was Taj Gibson
Rosé sippin', Cartier frames on my vision
Chasin' women, I be touchin' hoes like I was Russel Simmons
Two K for these bridges, Mister T like Robin Givens
Breezo flow, this sh*t's a given, n*ggas like to bite my lyrics
Percocets, it got me itchin', pistol it need 'stensions
- ahh, plug me in, plug me in, plug me, aight bet
Two K for these bridges, Mister T like Robin Givens
Breezo flow, this sh*t's a given, n*ggas like to bite my lyrics
Percocets, it got me itchin', pistol it need 'stensions
You smoke midget, I'll be out this summer, I forgot to mention
Shout out to Mo 'nem from the town, my n*ggas be on molly
Sixty up to fifty ninth we bangin, rep the worst baldy
If you wasn't 'round when I was down you better not f*ckin' call me
Stay from 'round me, forty on me, kickin' just like Ronda Rousey
Off these meds I'm drowsy, foreign whips, I'm f*ckin' clowning
Pass the rock to AK, he shoot AK's like he Bob Cousy
I'm ballin' like Anthony-Towns, I'm on the real
I keep three b*tches with me like [?]
Swim with sharks, you bound to drown
How they hit, you see that crown
Funny n*ggas listen 'round
If he turn up we blow him down
AR shield will spin you 'round
Chopper clip look like a frown
b*tch we livin' young and wild
I'm actin' up when I touch down
f*ckin' hoes on tour, hammer on me like I'm Thor
Keep my f*ckin' blower, six-oh sh*t, these n*ggas knownin'
I'll be home soon, that's a promise, n*ggas gon' be sick and vomit
Four-five in my pocket, that old n*gga sing like Carl Thomas, uh
Chopper four-six, AK came with four sticks, uh
These is bars behind bars, you better know it b*tch, uh
Rollies don't tick, n*ggas they be holdin' di*k, uh
n*gga, who run it? I got it for six hundred
You talkin', you bluffin', they know how we comin'
Six hundred, we gunnin'
[Chorus]
These n*ggas ain't runnin', sh*t but y'all mouth
Fresh out the weight yard, ready to knock your ass out
Breezo when you comin' home? b*tch I'm on my way out
Clips ain't got no curfew, they just f*ckin' hang out, look

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Who run it? (600 Cartel)
Who run it? (600 Cartel)
Who run it? (600 Cartel)
Who run it? (600 Cartel)