Run (MASHUP) lyrics

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Juice WRLD]
She want a star (Woo)
She wanna f*ck 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw
When it come to hoes, I got b*tches galore
She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at
Freak b*tch put my di*k where her lips at
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (Bum)
Here come that boy with the drum
If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run
If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy
I go dumb, dumb, dumb
Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped
f*ck what they say, they know that I'm gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Cutthroat, love it when thеy run, ho
Knife on the AK, stab 'em with a gun, ho
Hoppin' in that mosh pit, I was tryna ragе sh*t
It's a different day, it's like n*ggas on the same sh*t, I hate it
Rich like a white b*tch, I should go blonde, b*tch
I put my di*k up in your mom, b*tch
You ain't on sh*t dot-com, b*tch
Desert Eagle, take his head off, make it fly like a comet
Glizzy crank your ass like Soulja Boy, screamin', "Yah, b*tch"
[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
Okay, I'm turnt
At the party, f*ck 'round, pus*y boy, and you get burnt
Actin' up, you actin' buff, you f*ck 'round, you get murked
These n*ggas b*tches, mm, I get it
Sauce, b*tch, I'm with it, uh, I get it
Shots at your fitted, mm, I did it
Yuh, I did it, yuh, I did it
n*ggas askin' where I get my drip at
Told a n*gga throw a backpack, n*gga, back-back, hmm
Asking for the money, where your racks at?
If you ain't my brother, told a f*ck n*gga "Hush that", uh
Cartier, Cartier, throwing shade, uh
Asian b*tch really like to crochet, uh
And my wrist never like throwing shade, uh
Came to the crib off of Kool-Aid, ayy

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Ski Mask the Slump God]
She want a star (Woo)
She wanna f*ck 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw
When it come to hoes, I got b*tches galore
She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at
Freak b*tch put my di*k where her lips at
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (Bum)
Here come that boy with the drum
If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run
If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy
I go dumb, dumb, dumb
Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped
f*ck what they say, they know that I'm gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Yup, yup)
[Verse 3: Ski Mask the Slump God]
I got surveillance on satellite of your b*tch plans tonight
For me, she ride tonight, um
I am the bright of the darker times
Just like her bedroom, man, I am her night light of, um
No bands, if I'm Superman then that's kryptonite, um
Goin' in like a dimple or like a cellulite, um
See you a fan but you kinda bitin', you termite
And now I'm heatin' up, feelin' throwed like a thermite, uh
n*ggas be still like birth
I can recognize that you pie, but you lies with the worst
I could put his face on a shirt
Got him breakdancin' 'cause I'm with a little Uzi, no Vert
Like where the children be, gotta be kiddin' me
Damage 'em, I think they sick of my tyranny
Goku spirit bomb this whole damn vicinity
Treat 'em like a moon mission, land on 'em literally

[Verse 4: Pop Smoke]
.44 barkin' (Ayy, huh), louder than a church choir (Huh)
I do a drill in a suit (Huh), then I change my attire (Look)
She throw her ass back, in a quick sec'
Change her clothes and then make a Snapchat
Then she gon' talk about it on her Facebook
I'm like, "Baby, I thought we was past that"
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
She want a star (Woo)
She wanna f*ck 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw
When it come to hoes, I got b*tches galore
She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at
Freak b*tch put my di*k where her lips at
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (Bum)
Here come that boy with the drum
If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run
If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy
I go dumb, dumb, dumb
Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped
f*ck what they say, they know that I'm gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Pop, pop, pop)