Who Run It

Who run it?

Who run it?

Who run it?

Who run it? (Who?)

Who run it?

Who run it?

Who run it?

Who run it? (Who?)

Yeah chitter-chatter got me agitated

See, you draw attention like you animated

Speakin' my mind and they're paraphrasing

When you with the homies you a gladiator

You need a late pass

Wit' your two years too late ass

Guess your emotions were bottled up

In case of emergency break glass

Your talent's in deficit

Loss of your benefits

SWIDT is the nemesis

AKA fuck all your etiquette

We on the premises

Turn contenders into tenderloins

Talk slick between your boys

I gotta question for your click

How you hatin' from a forklift?

I do not know ya

I do not owe ya

Soon as I get in the booth

I think I'm Oprah

(You think you Oprah?)

Yeah, I think that I'm Oprah

(Why?)

'Cause you gettin' bodied

You gettin' bodied, you gettin' bodied

I told ya, ya **** keep your composure

For the gats who tryna go the distance

That's a long stretch, yoga mats

Step it up, step it up

This is not aerobics class

The wordplay might be overweight

But at least I don't gotta ask

Who run it?

Who run it?

Who run it?

Who run it? (Who?)

Who run it?

Who run it?

Who run it?

Who run it? (Who?)

No sleep, doin' OT with the regime

But never let when we say things

The fur gilet and the captions

Don't fuck with the law

Only the law of attraction

Give my all to the faction

That a fraction see they jackin' the the fashion

But they're lackin', put these thoughts into action

City drive, never knew no tractions (Skrt!)

I might just pull up and let it go like (Brrrr!)

And I'm gappin'

Few minutes later, I double back to the scene

Like, "What happened?"

I'm just a Polynesian with a deficedo

Forever rebels but we heavy metal

If we're settled then it's settled

If we're settled then it's settled

Got a few enemies

They only brave to talk when they sippin' the Hennessy

Let it be, we just ask

When you see us in public

Keep the same energy

SWIDT the company

SWIDT the movement that's runnin' the country

SWIDT is under siege

While everyone under me

This shit is fun to me

I fathered your style, well you just a son to me

You dropped a few singles, but that's not a run to me

You know the flare, I rock the S on me

It's like they're asking for favors for message

Or how to get left on scene, boy

Who run it?

Who run it?

Who run it?

Who run it? (Who?)

Who run it?

Who run it?

Who run it?

Who run it? (Who?)