Who Run It remix by Lil Flex lyrics

Verse 1 (Lil Flex)

Who run Paulding like me
Who run Cobb like me
Who run the metro like me
Who run yo b*tch like me
Who toting sticks like me
Who ice they wrist like me
Who got a b*tch like me
Who getting chips like me

All of these n*ggas they broke and they b*tches
I get the money and count all my riches
Whole lotta talk about why I'm so viscous
Cuz nobody run it like me

I know some real n*ggas toting them straps
I got some real n*ggas holding it back
All of these n*ggas is Paulding is wack
I'm just gonna keep running it up like track

Murder these n*ggas, you can't even trace it
All of you n*ggas is basic
I get the blunts and I face it
You get the money and waste it
I ain't really ain't from here
But I got shooters who gun here
And i b*tches who f*ck here
So uh really who run here

n*gga my name is Lil Flex
The n*gga who running them checks
n*gga my name is E Weezy
Running this sh*t too easy
f*cking yo b*tch too easy
Getting this money too easy
So if anyone asks who run this sh*t
Tell em the n*gga E Weezy

Verse 2 (G Herbo)

If you grabbin' that torch, better carry it (better carry it)
Tryna hide on that porch on some scary sh*t (f*ck yeah)
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 (b*tch)
Took the cash from verses, I give that sh*t to charity
Lovin' my city like Chano, I swear
Why the f*ck 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 sh*ttin' on everybody
I'm the one that do sh*t that you hear about
I'm the one that told y'all that I move like Obama
Then how the f*ck they end up with my whereabouts?
Why the got the [?]
Middle of summer, hot like a sauna
We was laid back in the back of the Honda
Told youngin' 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 valley, get a crib, I'm ballin'
My b*tch 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 f*ck 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 b*tch got a closet with some Loubs
Cashed out on the crib, I ain't get the view
I'm like, "f*ck 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)
n*ggas hatin' on me, but it's bool
Guess I got rich too soon
n*gga, I've been rappin' like six years (what?)
I seen ten n*ggas get killed
What about me turnin' down them deals? (Huh)
Now you p*ssed off 'cause I switched wheels?
[Outro]
Uh, who run it? Limit
No Limit run it
No Limit
Who run it? G Herbo
I'm done with this sh*t