Who Run Itbring It Backlook Alive Megamix song by Finny Music from Primary Album Finny-megamixes. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on May 28, 2018.
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Who Run Itbring It Backlook Alive Megamix Meaning
| [[Part I: Three 6 Mafia – Who Run It (Megamix)] [Intro 1: Producer Tag] Finny Music [Intro 2: DJ Paul] Who run it Who run it, who run it Who run it, who run it Who run it, who run it Who run it, who run it Who run it, who run it Who run it, who run it Who run it, who run it [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one a’ y’all step, the first one I’m’a toss out [Verse 1: DJ Paul] These niggas got plenty Anna but they ain’t got plenty guns I’m bustin’ out luxury cars, still got these hoes on the run I’m hearin’ plenty mean words, but ain’t no actions to boot We can do some straight war for war, we can do some stickin’ and movin’ We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this ring I can pop your chest, plastic Glock, or pop your jaw diamond rings Bitch don’t hate me hate the bank, for stacks of cheese that I take Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate See people flip when I’m comin’, got suckas sick at the stomach They wonderin’ what I brought in, they wonderin’ what I got comin’ Niggas I’m comin’ like this, off in your mouth like a bitch Trust me when you think of me, I’m bringing water, I’ll start it , [Verse 2: Juicy J] What’s the business? It’s that player that you love to hate, always see come out the bank Always have to mention my name, when you high on that drank Catch up with this boy you can’t, cause you know I’m holdin’ rank When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it make you faint Through the streets now have you heard, ’bout the Mafia droppin’ birds Runnin’ from the narcs and cops, tossin’ out the bags of herb Ain’t afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel If you wanna punk me out, Cartier’s and a Dracula grill [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out [Verse 3: Crunchy Black] I can’t take anymore, I’m ’bout to explode I’m ’bout to overload, I’m ’bout to get it, boy All I wanna know is where the G’s at, where the key’s at Keep it easy, you don’t want to get skeeted All on this motherfuckin’ room, nigga, boom Lay down on your back so you can get up soon Stab you in your heart with a har-fuckin-poon Nigga, boom, nigga, boom , [Verse 4: Lord Infamous] Scarecrow’s on it, I’m still hungry, starvin’ for a platinum supper Wipe it easy, some black founded, crooked ass set’ll be eating rubber ‘Cause if they skit-skat, gun ’em all down, even ghost towns Splish-Splash, brains on the ground, with a cannon round Ball bat, bash him in his back, beatin’ bitches down Battleaxe blaze from the cross, body never found Catch a close encounter cause the Anna kills off these rap bums Chemical reaction cobra venom shot into his arm [Chorus: DJ Paul] These, these, these bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These… These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one of y’all step, the first one I’m a toss out [Verse 5: Gangsta Boo] Here we go, all you weak ass hoes In my face like you my friend Triple Six dropped in again, time to make ends Dope game, my game, hoes lame, it’s a shame How that Gangsta Boo is runnin’ the click up on you bitches man Fat cat, what I be, packin’, how you love that Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at (Blap, blap) You’re dead in a second for 10 G’s (Where you from?) Black haven is where I be on my P’s and Q’s , [Verse 6: Koopsta Knicca] Parents please, watch out for your children This the one that’ll lock ’em in the basement Some of them talkin’ so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa Close your fucking mouth, my nigga, Koopsta tryin’ to tell ya somethin’ Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by Koopsta Knicca Lord, I done some sins, cause she married, but I don’t know that nigga Figured he is a killa, so he figures he’ll watch us fuckin’ Put them muthafuckin’ slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh my [Chorus: DJ Paul] These, the-these, these, these bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one of y’all step, the first one I’m a toss out [Verse 7: Juicy J & DJ Paul] For that dick game, wouldn’t buy your bitch with my loose change Thirsty niggas eatin’ bitches ass with the shit stain Insane like my motherfuckin’ wrist game, nigga Houses on the hill cost the same fuckin’ thing Counted up a hunnid this mornin’ Then I went spent me 50 Then I hit the VLive, tryna buy me some ass and titties Rappers sample my old shit, keep runnin’ ’em bags, I’m uh rich Get ’em samples cleared ’cause that publish you might not get some Niggas act like they don’t owe me somethin’ I’m the reason bitches twerkin’ they ass, now show me somethin’ Payin’ homage is a real nigga move, bitch I paid my dues Sold a million out the trunk, you niggas uber poo Pour that mud up like that butter, first nigga with that pipe in the club Used to have to turn my shit up, had niggas tryna fight in the club Y’all leaving with them, we hit them hoes right in the club And I know I’m icy’d up, pinky just like that dub You gotta like my shit, you a hater or somethin’ I’m a grown ass man, you a baby or somethin’ Probably fucked yo mama on the come up in the 80’s, homie Don’t you ever try to play me, homie Got a wife now like Kanye And I wish a bitch would try to bite her like Beyonce My daughter 2 months and she been paid Boutta sign more deals, cop more real estate Me and Pat used to rob for ’em petty things Now it’s nothin’ less than private jets, 7 figure checks Hater, catch yo fuckin’ breathe, you broke, ain’t got nothin’ left We them niggas in Dubai from the north, don’t you ever flex Mafia, runnin’ shit, Juicy J ain’t never quit Ain’t a bitch I never hit, still countin’ paper, bitch When the smoke clears, nigga, I’m still here Higher than I been in 20 goddamn years, uh Motherfuckin’ legend get your smoke right, dope right (Who run it) Ain’t no conversation for that broke life, show right, (Who run it) bitch [Verse 8: CupcakKe & DJ Paul] Let me talk my shit real quick (Who run it), all the real niggas gon’ feel this How that’s yo’ kid but he ain’t got bills? Can’t find you in family pics Food stamps, they go so quick when you up in a family of six So it’s funny how they sell that shit for a little pack of weed and a new pair of kicks Man, I’m so dead, I can’t, inside I feel so blank Little girls on Twitter talkin’ ’bout they break up, girl, sit back on Paint If I’m alive, no complaints, none of these judges saints Let the black beat her, that’s 10 years, but if white beat her, “nice tank” It’s so ridiculous, ain’t shit funny, ain’t ticklish Don’t test me if I’m with the shits, end up in a cage, no Nicholas Everything about me is interesting, I’ma need more and more Benjamins Damn, I can’t breathe, stop smoking them trees, got your insides looking like Christmas Ungrateful hoes, get the fuck out of here, you had a rough day and I had a rough year So when I get money I really do care, go and invest it, not spending on gear Think about that, just stating facts, niggas don’t chart when it’s real rap Earn my respect then you get it right back, that go hand in hand ain’t talkin’ dap A lot of issues in my past still hurt me to this day, to the core I don’t ever open up ’cause I know people change like the oil Over 100k up on tour, still got a mindset like I’m poor But I’m on the roll when it come to rappin’ like a pack of aluminum foil Man, I love walking barefoot, I really like the feel when I’m at the bottom (what?) ‘Cause I know it’s only for a couple of seconds, then I’m right back to my stardom (that’s right) Motherfuckers ain’t woke, man, I gotta fuck around and re-alarm ’em I’m woke all day, 3 AM, when they call me Jake from State Farm Okay, lil’ bitch, act like you know, anything I say is right like nose Walk right over there, hoe, like roach, and it’s over for these hoes, no dose Walk in that bitch with a white T, they don’t really like me but you know how that goes Walk out that bitch you would think I’m little red riding hood, how I got blood on my clothes [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one a’ y’all step, the first one I’m’a toss out [Verse 9: G Herbo] 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 (bitch) Took the cash from verses, I give that shit to charity Lovin’ my city like Chano, I swear Why the fuck 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 shittin’ on everybody I’m the one that do shit that you hear about I’m the one that told y’all that I move like Obama Then how the fuck they end up with my whereabouts? Hold on everybody gotta clear it out Middle of summer, hot like a sauna We was laid back in the back of the Honda Told young to 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 Bali, get a brib, I’m ballin My bitch 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 fuck 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 bitch got a closet with some Loubs Cashed out on the crib, I ain’t get the view I’m like, “Fuck 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) Niggas hatin’ on me, but it’s bool Guess I got rich too soon Nigga, I’ve been rappin’ like six years (what?) I seen ten niggas get killed What about me turnin’ down them deals? (Huh) Now you pissed off ’cause I switched wheels? [Interlude: G Herbo] Uh, who run it? Limit No Limit run it No Limit man No Limit Who run it? G Herbo I’m done with this shit [Verse 10: Lil Uzi Vert] Who y’all think you foolin’? Not me Y’all niggas really ain’t airin’ nothin’ This bust down, tryna scare us or some’ Your shit weak, tryna compare us or somethin’ What I made last week? Like a million or somethin’ Rich, mad ’cause your bitch ate my kids or somethin’ Man, I could fuck your wife like you sharin’ or somethin’ Galore ass mansion with lira or somethin’ Nigga tried to get my ho, tried to fuck my bitch You think I’ma miss that? Man she sucked Meen’s dick and she sucked Rock’s dick So you think I’ma kiss that? I was in L.A., bitch powdered her nose Told her I ain’t with that Boy you trippin’, SI diamonds on your neck Mean you better give your wrist back Me no broke, Akademiks, yeah, that’s where you get your news at Ask your bros, Grammy-nominated songs just to prove that Know your bros told you, nah, you better not just do that, uh I’m going mode, T.Y., tell me when to go, boy, you ain’t rich, you a bitch (facts) Oh you T’d out? Bitch, you beat out Y’all worried ’bout me, better get your lick back Just like bitches, y’all all chit chat Car so foreign got an engine in the back Balenciaga with the Gucci and the Prada With the Louis and the Pucci and it’s all mismatched Ho, it’s Lil Uzi and I’m far from a goofy In Chiraq, 150, be strapped Got a 40 shorty, boy, better get back Gun loud, backyard party, kick back How I’m broke If I just hired myself a hitman? Be quiet, bro, them niggas over there’ll turn to six rats Not lyin’, bro, I been fucked this bitch for six racks After I drop that shit, me, Herbo, Ari and my bitch is gonna relax Prolly somewhere on a beach, prolly somewhere on an island You know that my Rollie got XO diamonds in it, so that’s that Perfect Timing Said, “Elliot, bezel it,” ice kettle chips, I run it back like a Heisman Pull up, I’m swervin’, I’m mergin’, I got the whip, yeah the one right with the curtains Got boys that be workin’ their block to be twerkin’, the Tesla pull up for diversion On the beat, me and Herbo, we purgin’, the Perky the molly the lean got us slurrin’ You call her phone, you think she sleep, but she suckin’ my dick while her words keep on slurpin’ She said that my shit the same size as a two-liter ginger ale, why she keep burpin’ I take out my hair and I stand on my money, your bitch think I’m Julius Erving [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one a’ y’all step, the first one I’m’a toss out [Verse 11: 21 Savage] (on God) I’m on Percocet’s, I think I’m finna skydive (yeah) You little pussycat, you must think you got nine lives (21) I’m so sick of all this fruity shit, you niggas on thin ice That stick gon’ cut you half-time, now these niggas wanna switch sides (straight up) I ain’t really with that takin’ shit, lil’ nigga, I’m walkin’ up (straight up) That .30 like a tree lil’ nigga, watch where you barkin’ up (straight up) We got way too many shots, y’all lil’ niggas can’t dodge enough (on God) We can even challenge ya, ’cause y’all lil’ niggas ain’t charged enough (fast) Quarter million dollar for a walkthrough (straight up) Get the utmost respect when I walk through (straight up) I love the way you suck that dick, lil’ bitch, don’t forget who taught you (straight up) Way too much, can’t stalk you (straight up) Bogeyman, nigga, I’ll haunt you (on God) All these bullets ’round me, nigga, I ain’t got time to punch you (21) Hit ’em wit’ the 3-2, all y’all niggas see through (yeah) Broad day, I’ll see food, had to hit a lick at Kiku (yeah-yeah) Lil’ bitch I don’t need you (yeah-yeah) Hell Nah, I can’t eat you (yeah-yeah) Let the whole gang G you, then I left that bitch at Jeju (yeah-yeah) You must be scared or some, nigga, let’s bet the spread or some (21) That’s your main bitch, but I bet that lil’ bitch spread for some (on God) I got all these blues like I ain’t bangin’ red or somethin’ (trre) I bought all these cars like l ain’t got no legs or somethin’ (yeah) Fuck that other side, pull up in ya hood switch it (21) Sex, money, murder, two guns, nigga, big B’s (21) Every time I hit that bitch she come back like a frisbee (yeah) I ain’t got time to play with nobody kids, go watch Disney (yeah) Skin made of concrete, nigga, you can never be me (21) My brother down the road with a touchscreen and a FeFe (BF) Candlelight gang, leave a nigga on the TV (21) Fish fry gang, y’all can’t even afford to die Bitch, I’m way too real, I can’t even afford to lie [Verse 12: A$AP Rocky] Make a bitch wanna stare or something Niggas stare, you queer or somethin’? You’s a bitch, yeah we stay done Chose a whip but I’m staying sunny Diamonds sunny like I’m Cher or something Smiley faces with the glasses Fashion brands invite you to Paris Boy you late that’s a demerit, dang it Get fucking maggot brain having Rappers claiming the trap and the fashion They only got Louis and the trap I’m causing the flood and the traffic The way that you be moving is whack All of them rumors is facts They’ve been in clap for the clap back Your baby mama a nag nag Nag nag nag nag nag nag… [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one a’ y’all step, the first one I’m’a toss out [Verse 13: Trippie Redd] Lil’ nigga let them llamas fly, leave a young nigga so traumatized Totin’ gats jit, all my niggas ride Don’t make me make another mama cry Do a drill, catch another homicide Fix your face, nigga, you got butterflies? Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die Big 14, fuck the other side Jugg, jugg, got all this jewelry Man, this shit ain’t new to me Your bitch new to you, she ain’t new to me I ain’t really with the fucking foolery Glistenin’ in these fucking diamonds Bad bitch and I’m fucking shining I got a bad bitch from the fucking islands Taking trips to the fucking islands Guess these guys don’t realize When they talking fly, man, it’s suicide Don’t talk, do a nigga do or die Nobody else, nigga, you and I Big chopper, I’ma let the bullets fly That red dot right between your eyes I don’t play, pussy, wish a nigga try ‘Cause that’d be the night niggas die Niggas act like I ain’t G.O.A.T. or somethin’ Take a trip, go chill with the bros or somethin’ Call a few bitches, chill with some hoes or somethin’ Niggas be flexin’, they bold or somethin’ They don’t want that war, go home or somethin’ Internet flexin’ with the phone or somethin’ You a lil’ pup, nigga, fetch a bone or somethin’ Niggas male strippers when them poles bummin’ [Bridge: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty] Gang (uh), gang (uh), huh, gang (uh) 1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh) 1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh) Lil’ nigga talkin’ down, we gon’ snatch his chain (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) [Verse 14: Lil Yachty] Hold on (Lil Boat) Ayy, who you think you ahead of? Not us (uh) And these niggas they mad ’cause I’m richer than them Stay ganged up, I ain’t clickin’ with them You can get shot, Terry Richardson them Nigga, I ball like the Pistons and them (uh) Fuck around, you come up missin’ like them (yeah) You the type run to the sheriff (ha) Act like you hard and you careless (yeah) Nigga, I’m a real ass nigga, ain’t fake a nigga Free my big brother out the prison cell (woo) QC and P told ’em, “Give ’em hell” Ridin’ ’round in a Maybach with my nigga Pellz Glock out, running we empty 12 Bitch on my dick, that’s a love spell (yeah) Bitch with the shits, call her Annabelle (yeah) If they won’t call, I don’t gotta yell (yeah) Hundreds so crisp like a pack of kettles Fuckin’ her jewels with my nigga Jack Crotched up, all of my brothers sack (yep) Gotta run up them Ricky Racks (yep) In the safe in the real, we got hella plaques (yep) Got more plaques on my wall than your brother teeth (facts) Boy, you young, where your Similac? Buyin’ whips, yeah, we into that (yep) Fuckin’ hoes, yeah, we into that (yep) Loving hoes, yeah, no nigga Got a .223 inside the Hellcat (doot-doot) Keep it all in the pack, huh Hundred niggas in your section Hmm, where the hoes? Nigga, that’s weird (pussy, pussy) Cop a new Lamb, cop a new ‘Rari Just to go and switch gears (skrt) Burn out, burn out Every time we turn out, make a big scene (yeah) 2K, 3K, 4K, 5K, spent it on my new jeans (skrt skrt skrt) Gave big bro twenty-seven racks for his birthday, the world made a scene (facts) Y’all don’t even know how a nigga live Spend twenty racks like two bands (facts) Uh, came with the sticks like they hunting nigga Throwing gang signs, call it taunting nigga Can’t nobody at QC get punked, nigga What is a one-on-one, nigga? We jumpin’ niggas We got the strap, nigga, fuck it, we stompin’ niggas I’m just as rich as your favorite rapper, nigga, might be richer (yeah) Hit the pent like I’m Derek Fisher Fuck the bitch right, then I kiss her Ride around town, you the one who licked her (ew) Ha, real player like my pops (pops) Thirty round in my Glock (doot-doot-doot) We run it, not opps (ha) Ten toes on my sole, niggas wouldn’t double dare to cross the big Boat (yeah) Last year [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one a’ y’all step, the first one I’m’a toss out [Verse 15: Tutweezy] [Verse 16: Young M.A.] Twenty racks in the back of jeans Tatted sleeves, Patek freeze Pretty nigga, that indeed Thottie with me, black and cream African, Japanese I just call her blackanese I’m just gonna tap that and leave I don’t leave the house unless I got a bag waitin’ for me at the front door If you short on my cash, thirty niggas hoppin’ out a Uber truck So don’t try your luck, hoes down to fuck Top floor of the hotel Smokin’ weed in the bathroom, put the shower on so it’s no smell Street cold, don’t tell But I’d rather live where it’s no hell It’s funny how hatin’ niggas be the ones who names ring no bells Oh well, my bitch bad And her pussy got a soap smell She a model, nah she a model She a little bougie And I’m just tryna put this big wet tongue on top of that coochie Earlier she a little mad at me, she a little moody Sometimes I don’t understand the bitch, she a little confusing Like half the time I don’t be even doin’ shit, and she be assuming Like I ain’t loyal or somethin’ You act like I don’t call you or somethin’ You act like you a little spoiled or somethin’ Is you hot like you boiling somethin’? So all you rappers it’s a rap for you like aluminum foil or somethin’ Better crown her, came from the ground up, from the soil or somethin’ Been ’bout it, every nigga with me poppin’ like oil or somethin’ I was slackin’, had to get on track like I’m recordin’ or somethin’ I hear a lot of talk, but honestly they ain’t really talkin’ ’bout nothin’ And nowadays I don’t trust a thing, so I ain’t really sure about nothin’ I just fucked your bitch in Givenchy flip flops And yeah we spendin’ money, but we also spin blocks Bend blocks, shout out my nigga Jezz, big opps They ain’t open up them doors, I had to pick locks Free Bobby, free Rowdy, free the whole 9 Got lit on my own nigga, didn’t need a cosign It’s Red Lyfe, no red lights, green lights go time But before you get on the road, nigga make sure you know your road signs He asked did I fuck his bitch, I said “uh yeah nigga, four times” My sex drive longer than my show lines, make her cum in no time RL that’s the bro sign, can’t come in, we got closed sign Can’t hang here, this is not a clothesline Fuck around and get clotheslined No ghostwriter, I wrote mine Wrote the whole rap and the whole rhyme They like “MA, where the album at?” I just need a lil’ more time I got guns, but if I ain’t usin’ it, no need to show mine Don’t mean I won’t blow, ma Bitch nigga, you could blow, ma In the club I drink out the bottle, ain’t no need to even pour mine Stripper bitches don’t like me ’cause I get money and don’t throw mine Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me, ain’t gotta say it, you already know why If I had a dick, you could suck it If I had nuts, you could hold mine [Refrain: Young M.A.] I said, if I had some nuts, you could hold mine Haha If I had some nuts, you could hold mine Fuck y’all niggas Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one a’ y’all step, the first one I’m’a toss out [Verse 17: Bhad Bhabie] Ayy When I look around, don’t see nobody in my lane See these rappers need the clout, that’s why they always say my name I’m only gettin’ better, bitter bitch it ain’t gon’ change Why you tryna hang around me, bitch, get off ’cause you ain’t gang You ain’t gang, treat you like a stain All my biz is straight, I’d still be good without the fame I got so many cousins, aunts, uncles that I never knew On me for my revenue, I’m big now like I’m 7’2″ New whip and my leather smooth, try me, I’ma play it cool Windows down, AC blowin’, 20 below, I’m extra cool You lookin’ fed up ’cause of my bread up, I keep my head to the sky Run up, [?] and I’m back to [?] where I’m droppin’ the fire Who want it? Tell me, bitches, who blunted? You ain’t know my crew run it? All we see is blue hundreds On my dash, 200, these bitches sad and can’t run it Ho I’m a star, you wanna walkthrough you better tell me who fundin’ [Verse 18: Crank Lucas] [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one a’ y’all step, the first one I’m’a toss out [Verse 19: Chevy Woods & Wiz Khalifa] Ay bitch, this a brand new chain Put her in Vera Wang She got a crazy top I let her go insane G-shit in my veins Limited seats on my plane Get to the country they know my name I could pay for anything I’m ordering Whether it’s bitches, California weed, fourth down Got 20 inches I’m rolling up hella green by the pound You wanna pinch this Wondering what the stench is Always played my position We balling cause we the realest … [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one a’ y’all step, the first one I’m’a toss out [Verse 20: Roy Purdy] Just make sure to always stay true to who you are”, and I did that Jeans black with a pink hat Sorry, I don’t wanna come to ya kickback Oh no, so cold like Frozone 9-2-0, what I rep, that’s home Big racks, big facts, no foolery Got ’em like “God damn, man, who is he?” It’s me, ya boy Roy so crispy Really had to go and hit ’em with the quick speed Too fast, look left, look right You ain’t gon’ see nothin’ like me in sight Hit my dance real quick, ouu, I just might Wanna sleep on me? Okay, good night I’m gone, new song comin’ soon Ya boy Roy really been up in the stu’ It’s nothin’ new, yeah, this what I do Been makin’ music way before all the views Whi-white T with the white vans Oh man, god damn, I’m fresh Kickin’, laid back, life’s good, no stress I don’t gotta flex, you know I’m up next Sike, bitch, I’m up now I’m holdin’ it down I’m feelin’ great I cannot frown “Who Run It” remix Just something light Had to snap real quick, now I’m droppin’ the mic Okay [Verse 21: Slim Jesus] Ayy, ayy, gang Y’all know how the fuck I’m rockin’ man I’m hearin’ a whole lot of talk about who run this shit I be countin’ stacks Who run Ohio, that’s me Which one of y’all hotter than me? Leave the beat like a hundred degrees And it’s still all this ice on me Who getting plays like me? Who getting paid like me? Y’all was not made like me And I put that on my G’s Remember they hated on me I knew all I needed was cheese Ran it up and I blew it on jeans Had to run it back up times three None of y’all wanna be like me Run around with them pipes like me Fresh pair of Off-Whites on my feet Gold chain on a Polo white tee In a trap with a whole lot of P’s Smoking dope ’til we Vietnamese I threw bro lil thirty He threw like fifty to me All of these rappers is broke That shit be sickening to me You blew the whole bag on the road You look like a victim to me I just pulled up in a foreign And you got a Honda on E All black tints on all my whips ‘Cause I know they’re looking for me Just know wherever I go It’s a glizzy with me right up under the seat I give a fuck what you claiming you is You can get touched with the heat I remember being irrelevant Now I get bands for all of my feats Remember totin’ tourists Now we got AR’s that’s chopping down trees It’s a fifty on bro and a thirty on me You don’t really really want the beef You can talk that shit on the internet Run up, get done up, get wrapped up in sheets They was talking crazy last night ‘Til a hundred shots hit they block I don’t even know who got hit with that shit But we smoking all opps Everywhere I go I’m with the gang It’s at least three or four of them Glocks If you speaking on who run it, ain’t say my name, you smoking on rocks I’m in the street like fuck 12, bitch I’m off the Henny You can find me with the gang ’cause I don’t fuck with many Them my brothers, if I’m busting they gon’ dump it with me They know I’m a threat and that’s the reason they ain’t fucking with me, gang [Bridge: Chris Travis]: These bitches ain’t run, shit but they mouths These niggas ain’t run, shit but they mouths These bitches ain’t run, shit but they mouths These niggas ain’t run, shit but they mouths [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one a’ y’all step, the first one I’m’a toss out [Verse 22: Chris Travis] Put a nigga in a moutherfucking dropbox Sleepin on rap niggas like its hopscotch Got yo bitch bowin’ down like its crockpot Niggas goin down fast like stop drop Run Shit No pass, I can’t drop Niggas switch in my lane but I can’t stop Trash talk on your bitch like a raindrop Then drop her ass off at the train stop I’m rappin this shit, it get vital These rappers be working with writers [?] [?] [?] [?] Pop a pill on the plane, i’m blind [?] I ride like fast & furious Neva text that bitch cause she curious These niggas act like they ain’t hearin us Imma make these niggas look up to us These rappers signed up for a couple bucks Neva trust them when its one to trust [?] [?] I stay fast, talking racks Blew a stack on her back Then I left it where it’s at Dressed in black Never rat Neva argue neva slack Watch yo back and that’s facts Bitch we only fuck a track And i’m straight from the south Use to mob up on [?] How you axe what i’m bout When you ain’t got shit or clout? Pussy nigga what you bout’? All I know, it ain’t shit Better watch yo fuckin mouth I can end it in this bitch Pullin up on a nigga Get mysterious in dis bitch Fuck that bitch All that shit, she got the [?] in that bitch Ion give a fuck bout shit Imma motherfuckin piper Like its UFC bitch Imma mothafuckin striker [Verse 23: TA Double Dolla] They say I’m bougie and cocky I say I’m just getting started Threw a bag at my baby mama here you go, go shopping Every other day I’m waking up to new money Gettin deposits in From negative to positive Dollar boy just landed In the city of angels … [Verse 24: Idontknowjeffery] Point me out to who run it Fuckin’ man or a woman I kick they ass in the stomach until they vomit from it Nigga I’m sick I’m bubonic and you and that bitch is platonic Stab your ass in the stomach and clean the mess up with Comet Fuck all that extra shit I’m in the bed with a naked bitch and her head just twist like damn exorcist What ya tryna posses me with The way she suck my dick was an accident cause I ain’t even have to ask the bitch Nigga I’m stingy as hell I’m face my hoes nigga I don’t even pass the bitch And I shit on niggas on accident like I ate some laxatives Try to impress me with that bullshit turn him to an acronym Nigga its Prick Harper I’m a shit starter And all that bullshit you talkin’ make my dick harder I treat a rapper like his father I don’t text him I don’t call him I don’t bother Nigga I let the Glock solve problems [Verse 25: Xavier Wulf] These rappers ain’t runnin’ shit but ya bitch Who, where she at? She at the crib tryna cook me something every damn day Told her “bitch I do it better” by myself go move away Here to stay Up from now until whenever the fuck I say … Well I could I ain’t never had a juug but I had a blunt to finish You rap niggas still capping … Pulled up with a bitch so thick I’ma leave a little bit early just to hit … Serotonin too lit I don’t give a fuck ’bout you, him, them [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one a’ y’all step, the first one I’m’a toss out [Verse 26: Rico Recklezz] [Verse 27: Jeremih] Lil’ mama give me head ’til I’m dead, I call it brainstormin’ You ain’t even halfway ‘Yonce, I could put a ring on it Pop, country, rap, trap, punk, rock, I could still sing on it On the block wit’ niggas big as Shaq but I could still hang on it 3 story, no story, no Tory, this a different lane on ’em Lane to lane, white ghost, red gust, that’s a candy cane, homie Everybody wanna be the king but who gon’ make the claim for it I’ma say me for the moment [?] So [?], I ain’t scared or nothin’ Chicago made me a bear or somethin’ I just skydive, I’m so live, you could catch me comin’ out the air or somethin’ Lost some niggas gettin’ this money, still got a pocket full of dead homies Got a bad bitch wit’ a head on her Versace robe, two bands for it It’s God’s plan, I ain’t playin’ for it I’m just tryna be the landlord I came to fuck up the buildin’ Hitman, I’m gon’ make a killin’ I’m used to shoppin’ at Sears, now I be shoppin’ wit Siri Used to be stealin’ cologne, now I be stealin’ your bitches [Bridge] Yeah Nah mean? [?] [?] slow it down, you know? Go the other way on ’em [Verse 28: Jeremih] Yeah Pull up to the Valley, car got no keys Diamond pinky ring cost a low key Make a play [?], you should proceed Big ballin’, put the money on the flo’ seats Bank account always doin’ backflips Used to have the walls and the matress Numbers still the same since the old me Don’t get it fucked up, I ain’t the old me Who run it? Now who run it? My pockets on cucumber I’ma have yo’ girl over Have her speakin’ boonomics Got the Kevin Gates, I got that two phones, I got two numbers Ain’t talking YouTube numbers I could take a few summers [Verse 29: Dave East] [Verse 30: Vado] [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one a’ y’all step, the first one I’m’a toss out [Verse 31: Blac Youngsta] They might feel your block up (bitch) Memphis we do walk up (brrr) Playin’ in the M get shot up (hoe) Ask somebody ’bout us (gang gang) Homicide who done it? (Who?) Ask around the city who run it (who?) Word around the city, you the target (you) Ask the whole city who gun it (who? Fuck nigga, lil’ bitch) Them niggas probably be scared or somethin’ If this rap shit didn’t work, I’d prolly be in the feds or somethin’ I know them fuck niggas can’t stand my guts They want me dead or somethin’ You can get shot in your arm and your leg or somethin’ For goin’ ’round tellin’ somethin’ (brrr) I’m in the V6 Honda Accord need the heat fix (yuh) Nigga, I been on that Three 6 (Mafia) Big Draco I sweep shit (yuh) You ain’t never been in that water Come ’round me get sea sick (yuh) Nigga, I come from the bottom Went to the top like a G6 (yuh) And that bitch that was shittin’ on me Tell that lil’ bitch eat dick (eat) I done shot niggas broad day But my seat ain’t see shit (see) Sellin’ dope in the hallways Always knew I’ll be rich (ayy) Teacher told me I won’t be shit (bitch) I was too busy on the street shit I been shot, I been shot at (gang) Extortion fees you can wire that (gang gang) I got niggas in the penitentiary wit’ a life sentence that’ll fly that (kite) Where you gonna hide at? (Shoot) Where you gonna die at? (Woo) Might as well plan your funeral (bitch) Where your tie at? Right there on that sofa where your mama gon’ cry at (wah) Right there on that stand where my niggas gon’ lie at (lie) You got bustas runnin’ with you ’cause you allow that When that smoke detector go off, boy where your fire at? (Fire at) [Verse 32: Rich The Kid] You don’t run it (what?) Ayy, pull out the choppa he runnin’ (grra) Ooh, more smoke than a chimney (woo) Like pussy nigga, you don’t want it (bitch) They takin’ yo’ money and split it (split it) Callin’ your girl she with it (she with it) I just might fuck on Brittany (Brittany) Too much internet talk gon’ get me (get me) You niggas can’t be serious (serious) I know you a pussy like periods (pussy) Promoters keep callin’ to book me, I need me a 50 like period (brr) How much of that check is you gettin’ when Drama he takin’, I’m curious (ha) You ain’t a boss, ain’t richer than me, you must be delirious (rich) Make it rain then I leave (I leave) Bentley truck but you leased it (skrrt) AP make you seasick Lil Uzi he’s a big bitch (bitch) Wrist cost eighteen hunnid You signed a 360, gettin’ no money This rap shit funny (ha) The gang get you for a lil’ bit of nothing [Bridge: Blac Youngsta & Rich The Kid] And um, and and and I’m on whatever a nigga wanna be on, you know (all the smoke) We won’t, we won’t doin’ all that motherfuckin’ talkin’ (know what I’m sayin’?) And shit, no talk shit out bitch, hah ooh (bitch ass nigga, hoe ass nigga) Yea, you know Tell that shit to God Ion wanna hear it (my gang up again, nigga) Who run it? M-town shit nigga (’round me) Nah sayin’? You know, everybody in the M got some stripes, nigga (know what I’m sayin’?) You know we all gangstas You know even the bustas will, the bustas will shoot some nigga You know what I’m sayin’, you would be a straight bitch (know what I’m sayin’?) Yea my stick gonna hit, you know (you heard that, straight bitch) But it’s gangsta shit over here where we at nigga South Memphis, [?] back killin’ [?] (you dig?) Cash Gang, CMG Hold on, hold on, ayy, ayy ‘Fore you cut this shit off, I just wanna say Shout out to all the bad bitches in my city Nah sayin’? You know Memphis we got some bad bitches they gutter though Real shit on my mama [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one a’ y’all step, the first one I’m’a toss out [Skit] 1: Nigga, I ain’t telling you shit! 2: Nah, nah nah 1: I fucking told you! 2: [?] 1: Nigga, fuck you! 2: Look, look, look, look, look, look, look, lemme ask you this last question right her 1: Nah, I fucking told you 2: Lemme ask you this shit. Why do you keep tellin’ everybody you’re the greatest rapper alive? 1: Cause I fuckin’ am [Verse 33: Dax] Had to come here and enlighten Had to come give you the facts, trapping is wack You might get a stack Your daughter at home, your mama still crying Blacks in America dying Trump in office, he wildin’ Droppin these bars for fun, we going to war But look at the timing, buying They put me in chains, confined me I’m rapping the real but can’t get a deal These niggas is not replying Why the system be falsifying? They say that I might be crazy They say that my shit too real The reason that they cannot play me Industry cannot detain me A cross of Pac and Baby I’ve been to hell and back, that’s why they say they cannot save me Ain’t poppin’ no pills, I stay in the field These niggas is fakes, they mad that I’m real I see that you broke, don’t know how that feel You gave up your life by signin’ a deal Might shout out to Kaep for taking a kneel Might shout out to Jag for rappin the real My bars is guns, they can’t conceal These niggas dumb Not a rapper, I be in my own division Save the world by 2020, nigga I be on a mission I just started and I’m right exactly where I had envisioned Niggas blind, that’s why I rap, to clear their motherfucking vision Fucking on the game Fucking on you bitches who’ve been fucking for the fame I’ve be getting rich and dodging niggas who ain’t changed Tried to tell my shooters, had to read [?] out the chain With a bitty lil name, lil nigga you ain’t gang You not, circle small, like a dot Keep it tight ’cause people like to come and try and make you fall I’ve seen it all, it’s fine They’ll try and stop your shine They snakes, still smile up in your face but talk that shit behind, behind I seen it all baby, watch out for these snakes in the grass They sayin’ just enough to your face to keep you happy That way in case you do make it, they can say they been there Ayy DJ cut the beat, cut the beat [Bridge: Dax] Hip hop is not dead and never left It’s just a book collectin’ dust I found on the shelf I don’t care if you wanna read it or anybody else ‘Cause I’ll turn myself to Jesus and resurrect it myself [Verse 34: 6ix9ine] Yo, I usually don’t do this But you know what I’m saying Had to come body bag this one time Niggas really thought I was in jail or something Momma didn’t raise no hoe or something I was really in the store bought a Snickers or something I – I was trapping in the-in the way back and I got that And I flip that and I really get that But I told my mom “I don’t do that!” But she was really there And I told her that “Yeah, I’m coming in,” But she was like, “Nah, don’t come near” And I was like, “GED” And I said, “I flip that, really get that” I whip that and I hit that and I-yeah LA see you next week, Coachella I’m here today But fuck that we here and we live wit’ TR3YWAY Fuck that umm Cut it [Verse 35: Futuristic] [Verse 36: BlocBoy JB] Pulled up with that stick, hey, nigga don’t miss Got your bitch, she on her knees, she gon’ eat the dick Smoking strong, that Hercules, you can’t tell me shit Thirty-four ounces of Barkley, Phoenix versus Knicks Walk in this bitch with my stack out Please don’t run, I got the MAC out This nigga just made me blackout I’m ’bout to box him like Pacquiao (doon-doon-doon) Kurt Angle, I’m making her tap out Started by pulling them tracks out This shit is facts now, you can get whacked now Watch in your face, tell me how you gon’ act now, bitch Icy, that my jewels, kick shit like kung fu Four hundred rounds in the Rover, nigga who are you? Put the car in cruise, and let off forty-two You know I’m riding with my dog, just like Scooby-Doo Riding with my motherfuckin’ dogs, bruh You ain’t got no money, I can’t call you Put two up in your back, John Wall you All this purple on me homie, I’m a baller Crip, crip, crip, crip, crip, crip crip crip Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey East side, east side, east side nigga that’s C side Who up on my side nigga, you know I’ma ride If you play with my side, bitch it’s homicide Icy, that my jewels, kick shit like kung fu Four hundred rounds in the Rover, nigga who are you? Put the car in cruise, and let off forty-two You know I’m riding with my dog, just like Scooby-Doo (crip) [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one a’ y’all step, the first one I’m’a toss out [Verse 37: Key Glock] I got gold gold on my throat, diamonds in my teeth (ice) Clarity, clarity, clarity, clarity, all this ice on me (ice) Got this bad bitch with blonde hair, I call her Russian Cream And I got that baby chopper, I’ll rock your ass to sleep Can’t stand me, take a seat (ho), designer head to feet, yeah Everything on fleek, Cartier on me, yeah I dress like a geek, yeah, boy your swag is weak, yeah That shit is so cheap, yeah, my shit overseas, yeah I’m fly like a butterfly and I sting like a bee, yeah Call me Glock Ali, yeah, diamonds fighting like Tina Turner, bitch I turn up, Royal Rumble Thirty niggas with me and you know they ready to burn you Knuck if you buck, run up and you get done up No I’m not from Louisville, but bitch I keep my slugger Straight up out the jungle, ain’t no talk or tussle Got no time to scuffle, I’m ’bout my chips like Ruffles Workin like a butler, ain’t no more struggle Tell these niggas catch up, tennis chains mustard Ran up my racks, run and tell that Ran through a bag and got that shit right back These niggas ain’t doing shit, these niggas ain’t talkin’ jack You niggas ain’t running shit, this chopper make you run a lap Yeah Glizzock [Verse 38: Ballout] Who you think you ahead of? Not us I’m in a truck called SRT or somethin’ Doin’ Need for Speed or somethin’ Hundred thousand my key or somethin’ Two hundred my Jeep or somethin’ Niggas broke as hell actin’ like they don’t know how to eat or somethin’ Miami Beach Louis sandals, know I got my heat or somethin’ At the condo, you can’t get in unless you got a key or somethin’ Smokin’ out the 440 and it smoke a P or somethin’ Took the doors off, ridin’ through Cali in my Jeep stuntin’ Long as they print money it’s gon’ keep comin’ I know you hear my Jeep runnin’ I ain’t pumpin’ gas, they gon’ keep pumpin’ Ride through the hood and they keep honkin’ People look at me and they see money I’m a boss, d-money Load em’ people up, my phone gon’ keep jumpin’ They like “Ball, is it weed or is it d-money?” Bankroll like street money Walk in Neiman’s, leave the Hellcat and the Jeep runnin [Verse 39: Chief Keef] My bitch said she gon’ leave me like she complete somethin’ Bitch, you [?] met you at 2:30 and fucked your ass at 3 somethin’ Who you run up on? Not us I’ma take my own heat, shoot three or somethin’ Might be in the trap, call Jeep or somethin’ Might get Ball with a whole P or somethin’ Might be in SRT or somethin’ Krispy might make a bitch cream or somethin’ Cross that red line, get a beam or somethin’ Wake you up like you had a bad dream or somethin’ Who, Chief Sosa think he Rambo? I was in the field with the lizard Doing spinouts since the blizzard Like Snoop Dogg “What’s the wiz-zard?” Disappear on that bitch like a wizard And I’m cuttin’ real sharp like a scissor Roll by so fast, Big Dipper I’m in LA more than a Clipper Balenciaga more than a owner Bitch, we out here more than a corner Smoke way more dope than a stoner And I drink way more than Homer I can see like Christopher Columbus Juiceman, the trap house bunkin’ You niggas ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’ King Sosa don’t care about nothin’ F on my shirt, on my feet double Gs Start gettin’ F’s in sixth grade, couldn’t even get a couple B’s All for my habit, whats the fee? A couple G’s Aye lil’ bitch, these Moncler, no need to buckle these Aye lil’ baby, these not me, no need to upload these And when you hear that [?], bitch that’s me up your street And just make you think about when they put that thing up your teeth Lil’ nigga said up yo chest talkin’ to me, up your speech [Verse 40: Chief Keef & Ballout] Pullin’ off from Neiman’s doin’ donuts in the Jeep Track [?] Look like Black Hawk flying out the street Hopped out for twenty minutes for a backend Seen your girlfriends tryna get back in Hopped in the Hellcat, had to put the track in Ball, you got the blues, why the fuck you blackin’? Ball, you can rap, why you steady trappin’? ‘Cause I get it for the L-O like Shawty nigga, tap in Sosa, why you pay a thousand for that headband? Because Ben Franklin is a dead man Any time you see me, wonder that’s that bread man If he step in front his gun, then that’s a brave man [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one a’ y’all step, the first one I’m’a toss out [Verse 41: Moneybagg Yo] Pink and purple in my cup, I’m Lil Pump-in’ Trap jumpin’ (like what, like what?) Like some fingers, it’s thumpin’ Who done it? Pockets fat with bricks of hundreds, I’m Klump-in’ (Sherman) I run it Headed to the top, like quickies I’m comin’ (ugh ugh) Bagg Talkin’ ’bout quickies, I’m comin’ Ugh ugh, yeah 2 Heartless, 2 Heartless, two of ’em Get hit for lookin’ suspicious (watch how you look) Diamonds wet, they gon’ wash the dishes Sittin’ in the coupe with the missus, Whitney If you bad you can fuck her with me I’m taking chances, risks (risks) Learn how to dance, my wrist did (Breezy) I’m like the Memphis Kendrick (Lamar) I was broke, now I”m a rich kid (look at my shoes, watch me plug walk) This new freezer cost right here sixty (sixty K, shout out to Icebox) AP ring and watch Jordan Pippen (duo) And you know I run this shit, pockets keep me limpin’ 2 Heartless, 2 Heartless, two of ’em, yeah [Verse 42: Skippa Da Flippa] Flippa I get trippy like three six I just hit a bad bitch with my new bitch I don’t do Kel-Tec, FN can’t miss Souped up box Chevy came with a kill switch (kill out) I stack bread, mister winners (stack it) I drive a tank in the winter (kill ’em) No L’s, nigga I’m a winner This year is not for beginners These pair of [?] call ’em Sprinters Seventy K for a new straight A I’m havin’ shooters, no mayday Every day to me is more money Monday And my neck is cold like I ate a sundae Get up, stack the money, never switch up A hundred for the Patty, know I stay lit up I’m pushin’ for greatness but I don’t do sit-ups And I love a bitch that can get my dick up I been quiet but I can really start a riot You can get it grilled or fried Your favorite rapper be cappin’ with lies I call it burnt out and tied, therefore we don’t have ties Water on me, submarine Break the pot, I cook up clean What’s the blue strip without greens When it comes [?] I’m the king I say I’m too blunt, I’m not mean Good game from an old head, call him Sega Ice talk crazy on the Razr I keep it player, new crib got layers It ain’t ’bout paper, I’ll talk to you later I give you pimpin’, but I stay drippin’ You small like a wiz then I ball like I’m Pippen You be slippin’, they call you Tristan You tell the tea so I named you Lipton Hundred bows, kicked a hundred doors They cash me out then I bring a hundred more New Rari came with Lambo doors House in Berlin came with three stoves She ride the dick, no Rodeo Drive Hit you with a combo, you get two sides Black excellence, I’m excellent I bought the block back for the Nobel Prize Pink slip shawty right now ’cause I’m on You pop big shit now then it’s on Think smart, first get a call then a home You don’t need a loan, get a zone, get it gone I’m on my ten flip now, get your own AP two-tone freeze, honeycomb I’m lightskinned, call me Kev Combs And I get money, badda-bing badda-bom I could count a whole hundred in your face I got air, fuck a pair of human race Walk in safe, look like a Chase Dipped out my safe and it turned to a chase You tryna be me, I bet you gon’ fail Big checks comin’, now I check the mail I’m thinkin’ money, blue or green hundreds House in the hills, it look like a whale’s (whoa) I could say somethin’ but it ain’t the time It ain’t on me if ain’t mine, eliminate me with a lime I got heart of a lion, if I said they ain’t bitin’ I’d be lyin’ Lowkey in a low-rider, I write mines, no ghostwriter I be leanin’ and lookin’ for the new Spider I’m on fire and my chains firefighter (Flippa) [Verse 43: Cdot Honcho] I paid a G for my sneakers bitch These ain’t no regular Adidas, hah Have fo’nem parked outside your shit Like your shit an arena I’m up on Hollywood Boulevard Fo’nem with me, not a bodyguard Try it, you know they be choppin’ shit Might turn this bitch to a lumberyard I was the first one in SRT And I drove that bitch like a bumper car I got your bitch up on DVD Ain’t got a heart, need another heart Roc, he’ll circle around your block On point like he really can’t find a park Pop out you only gon’ see a spark Police said they only seen a dart I got ten K in my joggers, ayy You don’t want problems Five on your head, niggas gon’ pop out your closet Smokin’ biscotti, too much gelato Feel like I’m sitting on a rocket Ain’t no more space in my pockets Ain’t no more space in my closet either I just be thinking ’bout profit I’m in the coupe with a mamacita She only good for the noggin That bitch know she got a mouth on her She eat me up then I’m out on her No we don’t play with the police games She know we put a route on her Look I ain’t shit, with another one Nothing was given l ran it up, bitch [Verse 44: Sauce Walka] If I really want his body I’ma sleep in the grass If I get my hands dirty I’ma wash ’em in gas Get that gunpowder off me, roll a wood up, and laugh ’cause I’m really ’bout that murder, I’ll smoke your ass Pay a bitch to wrap you with a cord and choke your ass nigga Yeah I could get on some evil shit Rip out your heart like a demon shit Send body parts to your people shit Yeah I send your hands to your mama I send your legs to your daddy I send your eyes to your granny I send your foot to your daughter Fuck it, the label some horror Fuck it, the label some saw Granny playin’ guitar, ’cause you ain’t never ever comin’ back no more I got guns when it comes to the store I got guns that you niggas can’t order I got guns that you never can borrow I got guns that can still shoot good underwater I got guns that can shoot through brick walls, I got guns that got night vision I got guns that shoot hand grenades, I got handguns that hold fifty I got guns with long barrels on ’em, look so ugly, shoot so pretty I got guns in my bitch titties, moral is don’t fuck with me If it’s an issue we see him ’bout it, if it’s an issue we be about it It ain’t a question if we about it, it ain’t a question if we about it Master P, yeah I’m ’bout it ’bout it ’bout it ’bout it, ’bout it ’bout it, ’bout it Ran up him with a shotty, ran up on him with a shotgun Make him jump like a pop gun, let both kids play with pop guns Like a needle I’ma pop somethin’, like a football I’ma drop somethin’ Ooh-wee Who done it? who done it? Who done it? who done it? nigga The kid done did, one and done nigga Sorry for the Sauce 3 Who done it? who done it? me [Chorus: DJ Paul] These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out These bitches ain’t runnin’ (runnin’!), shit but y’all mouth Cause the first one a’ y’all step… [Part II: Trouble – Bring It Back (Minimix)] [Verse 1: Joey Trap] [Pre-Chorus: Trouble] Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah) Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that I could put you frontline, just bring it back [Chorus: Trouble] Bring it back, bring it back, yeah Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack ‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back [Verse 2: Trouble] Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it ‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah Take the charges prolly, shawty say she ’bout it I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner dem The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly As a git, I used to get the candy from Mr. Charlie Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie I got the candy now, sorry Mr. Charlie Aye, she say you so mothafuckin’ hood But you ain’t no mothafuckin’ good Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all as blessin’ Know you fuckin’ with a real one though, no question (no doubt) Partna you gon’ get spent doin’ all that flexin’ So many of us shootin’ you straight, ain’t no pressure Hatin’ on that man won’t do you no blessin’ Tryna teach a young nigga flexin’ Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money Mike Will Made-It Big Trouble, baby [Pre-Chorus: Trouble] Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah) Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that I could put you frontline, just bring it back [Chorus: Trouble] Bring it back, bring it back, yeah Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack ‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back, damn [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator] Ayo, Converse selling out they got their thumbs tied Re-up on my deal, let’s make it 1-5 And I ain’t talking point, that gorilla if I point He gon’ get you, that’s the point no lie Hit the gas and we outta there (skrrt) Like it’s mountain wear, lately, I’ve been dolo in this bitch Shoutout Solo, that’s big sis, shoutout Frankie, that’s big bro Ya lil’ homie running shit, no question Casio the mothafuckin’ watch 800 in a day, my boy, that’s just one drop Invest in stocks, that’s the other plan Two-story bed, I hit the running man Baby boy, no photo, long sleeve, my polo Casio, no Rolo’, Parmesan, my bolo VVS my necky, necky heavy flooded We done broke them levees, anything for Fetti But don’t let it get to you, these niggas tripping They shoe in the gutter, they gonna ruin their future shit that They doing like, flexin’ on the ‘Gram about a bank deposit (hmm) Yeah, that shit addicting, shit is hypnotizing (hmm) Claiming that you rich, like, bitch we know you lying (yuh) What yo backyard look like? What your mama driving? Mane, call me flame, I’m lighting niggas I’m an animal, fuck is tame? Young wild nigga, it’s the WANG (it’s them GOLF boys) G boy, jeez boy, he that boy, boy, you a decoy (yuh) Fuckboy, heard you want beef, bitch, you eat soy Us and them and we ain’t got time, bitch, I’m Pink Floyd, yuh Sapphire’s gelatin, niggas is repetitive AmEx ’cause my pockets is what I can’t fit my cheddar in Sleeping on me, sedative, who these niggas better than? Is the answer me? Hmm? Uh, no, negative, yuh [Pre-Chorus: Trouble & Tyler, The Creator] Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah) Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah Golf boys in this shit Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty Shout out to Trouble Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah Shout out to Drake, shout out to Mike WiLL I’ma get some Cho-Cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that I could put you front line, just bring it back [Chorus: Trouble] Bring it back, bring it back, yeah Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack ‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back, damn [Verse 2: Drake & Trouble] Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head (at your head) All about the family, niggas took the pledge (took that shit) Now you gotta own up to that shit you said You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge Hit the gas and we outta there Do it for the six, because we started there (started) I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them (‘Pac) I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then (fuck) Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch (bitch) Extra million just to see the Maybach drop (drop, drop) Crest white smile on my face Once I get to snappin’ ain’t nobody safe (nobody) Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya Either way if they was with ya, they goin’ with ya Mike WiLL Made-It (Mike WiLL) Me and Big Trouble baby (DTE) [Pre-Chorus: Trouble] Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah) Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that I could put you frontline, just bring it back [Chorus: Trouble] Bring it back, bring it back, yeah Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack ‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back [Part III: BlocBoy JB – Look Alive (Megamix)] [Intro: Drake, BlocBoy JB & Lil Juice] Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Yeah, yeah (ooh) Yeah (ooh) 6 God, BlocBoy, 6 God, BlocBoy (ooh) (word) 6 God, BlocBoy, 6 God, BlocBoy (ooh) (Blocboy, 6 God) Yeah (hey) [Chorus: Drake & BlocBoy JB] 901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive (‘live) Niggas came up on this side, now they on the other side (word, word, word) Oh well, fuck ’em, dawg, we gon’ see how hard they ride (huh, fuck ’em) I get racks to go outside and I split it with the guys (outside) We up on the other side, niggas actin’ like we tied I’ve been gone since, like, July, niggas actin’ like I died They won’t be expectin’ shit when Capo go to slide (hah) ‘Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us but I lied (hah) [Verse 1: Drake] Ayy, ayy, look who I’m around, man If I fucked up, I’ma be downtown, man Fourth floor bound, man, that’s if I get caught, man Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain’t my mothafuckin’ fault Man, I’m not to blame, man, this fuckin’ industry is cutthroat I’m not the same, man, and I could let you check the tag now I’m rockin’ name brand, I’m only chasin’ after bags now I got a game plan and I’m out here with the woo! [Chorus: Drake & BlocBoy JB] 700, three high fives, look alive, look alive (‘live) Niggas came up on this side, now they on the other side (word, word, word) Oh well, fuck ’em, dawg, we gon’ see how hard they ride (huh, fuck ’em) I get racks to go outside and I split it with the guys (outside) We up on the other side, niggas actin’ like we tied I’ve been gone since, like, July, niggas actin’ like I died They won’t be expectin’ shit when Capo go to slide (hah) ‘Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us but I lied (hah) [Bridge: Joyner Lucas] 508 all on my side, they gon’ ride, they gon’ ride Nigga, this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god I said I was gon’ retire, bitch I lied, bitch I lied I ain’t got no fucking job, this my life, this my, wait— [Verse 2: Joyner Lucas] All of y’all wishy and washy All y’all my kids in a car seat I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 like Tekashi Lyin’ in the sand, too much time in your hands, I think I need to find you a hobby God got a plan, hope that God hold your hand, I think I’m ’bout to catch me a body! Tell all my teachers that I said I’m back on my G shit and I’m coming back to get even I went on tour and got paid, now I’m back in the region, I let off this mac for no reason You are now witnessing greatness, I’m practically preaching and this is the passion of Jesus And all you basic motherfuckas are lacking achievement, and I’ve just been laughing and geekin’ Back to business, I got mad intentions, I ain’t perfect, I done made some bad decisions But it’s competition, I’m a savage winning You can have the digits, I’m a mathematician I don’t see you niggas, I’ve been lacking vision You’ve been acting different, I’ve been acting distant I’ma do some shit to bring me mad attention You gon’ do some shit that send me back to prison, whoa! This is uncomfortable, you just keep putting your feet in a fire I think my gun got a crush on you, boy, you ’bout to meet your secret admirer How you do shit you don’t wanna do? I do that shit just to keep me inspired I used to hit it and leave when I wanted to, now I hit it and be sleepin’ inside her, woo Roll up on ’em when I pull up on ’em, put that motherfucking smoke up on ’em with that holy water Joyner Lucas, I’m a holy mona leader motor runnin’ Man, too many niggas know about it, but I thought about it Prayed about it to the Lord about it in the morning, but I gotta show ’em what it’s all about and I’ma call ’em out I ain’t that nigga you could talk about, you better calm it down Don’t be tryna give me the runaround, I’ma shut ’em down god damn, wait [Chorus: Drake & BlocBoy JB] 901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive (‘live) Niggas came up on this side, now they on the other side (word, word, word) Oh well, fuck ’em, dawg, we gon’ see how hard they ride (huh, fuck ’em) I get racks to go outside and I split it with the guys (outside) We up on the other side, niggas actin’ like we tied I’ve been gone since, like, July, niggas actin’ like I died They won’t be expectin’ shit when Capo go to slide (hah) ‘Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us but I lied (hah) [Verse 3: Rocky Badd] Ayy, ayy Look who I’m around man A couple people switched, that’s why you don’t see ’em round man Four four down man, know that that’s a man down I make bitches stand down then make them put they heads down Only time you sendin’ shots is when you sneak dissin’ Only time I’m on the block is when the bitches send chicken I ain’t trippin’ on that nigga, he don’t call unless it’s business I ain’t trippin’ on these bitches, once they eat they in they feelings I ain’t trippin’ on no rapper that can’t fight but in my business Get to trippin’ on that rapper, if she start I gotta finish And if you fuck your niggas you can’t call them boys your killers ‘Cause they playin’ with your feelings, mines ain’t playin’ with these niggas, haha And I got shit they want but the shit they cannot buy Bitches brazy on they Live but they barely go outside I seen pussy in they eyes, I said fuck it, let’ em slide Told ’em I won’t text these bitches, I just ho ’em, but I lied I don’t know why bitches tryin’ while they funds lookin’ tied I can’t trip because they lyin’, let ’em take it up with God These bitches plan winning, we gon’ see how hard they grind ‘Cause I push these bitches back every time I spit a line, haha [Chorus: Drake & BlocBoy JB] 901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive (‘live) Niggas came up on this side, now they on the other side (word, word, word) Oh well, fuck ’em, dawg, we gon’ see how hard they ride (huh, fuck ’em) I get racks to go outside and I split it with the guys (outside) We up on the other side, niggas actin’ like we tied I’ve been gone since, like, July, niggas actin’ like I died They won’t be expectin’ shit when Capo go to slide (hah) ‘Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us but I lied (hah) [Verse 4: Myles Jacob] [?] [Chorus: Drake & BlocBoy JB] 901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive (‘live) Niggas came up on this side, now they on the other side (word, word, word) Oh well, fuck ’em, dawg, we gon’ see how hard they ride (huh, fuck ’em) I get racks to go outside and I split it with the guys (outside) We up on the other side, niggas actin’ like we tied I’ve been gone since, like, July, niggas actin’ like I died They won’t be expectin’ shit when Capo go to slide (hah) ‘Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us but I lied [Verse 5: Skepta] Yeah, I put my life on the line, man See I gotta die man, don’t you even try, man Enemies gon’ bleed, once I let these bullets fly, man Mama’s gonna cry, man, I like to get motherfuckin’ high Man, you’re not the guy, man See me runnin’ around the stage draggin’ around a mic stand Shout my nigga Greatness Dex, that’s my fucking right hand Thousand diamonds in my mouth, I’m the fucking Iceman And you know I came in with the shhh! [Chorus: Drake & BlocBoy JB] 901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive (‘live) Niggas came up on this side, now they on the other side (word, word, word) Oh well, fuck ’em, dawg, we gon’ see how hard they ride (huh, fuck ’em) I get racks to go outside and I split it with the guys (outside) We up on the other side, niggas actin’ like we tied I’ve been gone since, like, July, niggas actin’ like I died They won’t be expectin’ shit when Capo go to slide (hah) ‘Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us but I lied [Verse 6: Suspect] Who’s that nigga? (hey) Wooly Road hitters Smoke on deck, heat on simmer Ay, stay alive, stay alive (stay alive) Stick on me right now, Skep I lie? Think I’m just a rapper, they like “Suspect is the guy” ‘Cause they won’t be expectin’ it when we make gutter slide Catch you pussy niggas by surprise Niggas talkin’ wet, now the wet is in his eye Who am I? I get around, man, sicko with the pow, man Reppin’ for the South but, Wooly hood, my town man Know how man get down, man Hey, I built this shit right off the ground, man [Chorus: Drake & BlocBoy JB] 700, three high fives, look alive, look alive (‘live) Niggas came up on this side, now they on the other side (word, word, word) Oh well, fuck ’em, dawg, we gon’ see how hard they ride (huh, fuck ’em) I get racks to go outside and I split it with the guys (outside) We up on the other side, niggas actin’ like we tied I’ve been gone since, like, July, niggas actin’ like I died They won’t be expectin’ shit when Capo go to slide (hah) ‘Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us but I lied [Verse 7: BlocBoy JB] Bitch, come through (through) You and you (you) I’ma get the money (word) Dr—Dr—Drizzy get the loot (the loot) Pu—pu—pull up with that Draco (huh?) Play with Drake and I’ma shoot (that’s on my mama) My—my—my weapon be a instrument I’ll blow you like a flute (rrah) Ni—ni—nigga play so he feelin’ it (feelin’ it) Pu—pull up broad day with a K, now he shiverin’ (he shiverin’) Drop a nigga like he litterin’ (huh?) W—w—we at your door like we the delivery (yeah, yeah, yeah) He not a plug, he middle man (middle man) That—that nigga brown like cinnamon (cinnamon) I got the rounds like Sugar Ray Robinson (uh) Shot to the chest have you gaspin’ for oxygen (shots) I’ma spray ’em, just like Febreze (huh, like Febreze) Came a long way from sittin’ in the nosebleeds (in the nosebleeds) Now a nigga on the floor talkin’ to the athletes (to the athletes) Now I’m so close to the game that I could steal the stat sheet (stat sheet) It’s Bloc [Chorus: Drake & BlocBoy JB] 901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive (‘live) Niggas came up on this side, now they on the other side (word, word, word) Oh well, fuck ’em, dawg, we gon’ see how hard they ride (huh, fuck ’em) I get racks to go outside and I split it with the guys (outside) We up on the other side, niggas actin’ like we tied I’ve been gone since, like, July, niggas actin’ like I died They won’t be expectin’ shit when Capo go to slide (hah) ‘Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us but I lied [Outro: Drake & BlocBoy JB] Behind me but I lied (that’s on my mama)] |
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