Who Run It (Remix) [feat. Lil Uzi Vert]

This shit's got the most views out of everything I've ever put up on my shit

There's that little clip, that shit got a million views

I ain't never got no views on some shit out

Who you think you ahead of? Not us

In the S or the Porsche Carerras somethin'

Fuck twins like Tia and Tamera somethin'

Yeah, that boy gettin' bread, Panera, somethin'

Landed in the GT, leer or somethin'

Put Posto in the Air or somethin'

Marry her, she have an affair

I'ma spin that ho like Pharris

Born in the Chi like Ye'

But I do the crime like Bump J, I ain't scared of nothin'

My passport stamp, young **** ran up that sack

Might as well go to Paris, huh?

Woofin', got whacked, you embarrassed, huh?

Pussy, you act like you scared of somethin'

Gon' and shoot up the terrace (Shoot up the terrace)

Then they gon' realize it's serious

I ain't even on that, period

I'm makin' millions, I'm serious

That money come in various (Various)

Can't count it, I get delirious

I bought my mama a mansion (A new mansion)

So I can't trip over materials

But I'm still dipped in that fashion

Know I stay drippin', that's period

These **** drippin', that's period

Nah, they can't find me and I'm serious (I'm serious)

They right behind, I'm serious (I'm serious)

And I'm straight off the 9, now I'm serious

Who you gon' send to fuck with me?

Take stuff from me or from any of mine? Now I'm curious (I'm curious)

Better think 'fore you bust at me

If you miss, I'll slap a 50 in, man, now I'm furious

You dived in that water, I dived like Aquarius

Young ****, we was breakin' the barriers (Breakin' the barriers)

If you grabbin' that torch, better carry it (Better carry it)

Tryna hide on that porch on some scary shit, yeah (Fuck ****)

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

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

Just so 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, 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 bitch always primpin', keep ballin'

'Cause I'm a lil' workaholic

Hit the crib with a fifty and all twenties

I'ma just make her count all of 'em

But I get the backend all blues

Then I fuck around, bruh, do all of it

Know it's goin' right to lil' dude

Already got a closet, all shoes

Bought ten 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)

**** hatin' on me, but it's bool

Guess I got rich too soon

****, I've been rappin' like six years (What?)

I seen ten **** get killed

What about me turnin' down them deals? (Huh)

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, I'm done with this shit

Who y'all think y'all foolin'? Not me

Y'all **** really ain't airing nothing

This bust down, tryna scare us or something?

Your shit weak, tryna compare us or something

What I make last week? Like a million or something

Rich mad 'cause his bitch ate my kids or something

Man, I could fuck your wife, we could share her or something

Galore-ass mansion with lira or something

**** tried to get my ho, tried to fuck my bitch, you think I'ma miss that?

Man, she sucked Mean's dick and she sucked Rock's dick so you think I'ma kiss that?

I was in LA, bitch powdered her nose

Told her I ain't wit that, ooh

Boy, you trippin', SI diamonds on your neck mean you better give your wrist back, uh

Me no broke, Akademiks, yeah, that's where you get your news at

Ask your bros, Grammy nominated songs just to prove that, uh

Know your bros told you, nah, you better not just do that, uh

I'm goin' mode, TY, 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 ya lick back

Just like bitches, y'all all chit chat

Car so foreign, got a 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 forty, 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 **** over there'll turn to six rats

Not lying, 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 a island

You know that my Rollie got XO diamonds in it

So that's that perfect timing

Said, "Elliot, bezel it," ice in them kettle chips, I run it back like a Heisman

Pull up, I'm swervin' and mergin', I got the whip, yeah, the one right with the curtains

Got boys that be working 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's sleepin'

She's suckin' my dick while her words keep us slurpin'

She said that my shit as 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

Aye, aye

Yeah, yeah

Just a little somethin' to it, I ain't even rip the shit

Pull up in a Lamb' or somethin'

Peanut butter whip, yeah, jam or somethin'

Fucked your bitch on cam or somethin'

Pink diamonds, think I'm Cam or somethin'