G Herbo – Who Run It (Lyrics | Video)

Lyrics “Who Run It” by G Herbo

Who you think you ahead of, not us
In the S or the Porsche Carerras somethin’
F*ck twins like Tia and Tamera somethin’
Yeah, that boy gettin’ bread, Panera, somethin’
Landed in the GT .. somethin’

Put five star in the Arizona
Marry her, she have an affair
I’ma spin that ho like Ferris
Born in the Chi like Ye

But I’ll do ya kinda like Bump J, I ain’t scared of nothin’
Passport stamp, young n*gga ran up that sack
Might as well go to Paris, huh
Whoopin’, got whacked you embarrassed, huh
P*ssy you act like you scared of somethin’
Gon’ and shoot up the terrorists
Then they gon’ realize it’s serious

I ain’t even on that, period
I’m makin’ millions and I’m serious
That money come in furious
Can’t count it, I get delirious
I bought my mama a mansion
So I can’t trip over materials
But I’m still dipped in that fashion

Know I stay drippin’, that’s period
These n*ggas drippin’, that’s period
Nah, they can’t fly, I’m serious
They right behind, I’m serious
And I’m straight off the 9, now I’m serious
Who you gon’ send to f*ck with me

Take stuff from me or from any of mine, now I’m curious
Better think ‘fore you bust at me
If you miss, I’ll grab a 50 and .. now I’m furious
Dived in that water, dived like Aquarius
Young n*gga, we was breakin’ the barriers
If you grabbin’ that toy, better carry it
Tryna hide in that Porsche on some scary sh*t

All I smoke is loud, you got that mild like Darius
My son ain’t gotta work because he gon’ inherit it, uh huh
We yell, gang-gang first, you don’t even know your heritage
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
We still fresh, double G’s everywhere
I put the VV’s everywhere
I do .. 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
.. sneak up, anaconda

It ain’t happen, not one day, 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

Slept on couches and floors all through middle school
Now I’m cool, now I’m ‘bool
Now my car go 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
I seen ten n*ggas get killed
What about me turnin’ down them deals
Now you pissed off ’cause I switched wheels

Uh, who run it, limit
No Limit run it, no Limit
Who run it, G Herbo
I’m done with this sh*t…

➤ Album: Strictly 4 My Fans
G Herbo 2018

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