Текст Juicy J – Who Run It Freestyle
Текст:
SHUTDAFUCCUP!
Shout up my nigga bebe, abebe
G Herbo, A$AP ROCKY
Lil Yachty, Trippie Redd
What’s the business, its that playa that you love to hate
Always see me comin’ out the bank, diamonds in your face
Pussy nigga get up out the way, don’t care about what you say
Sound proof the Bentley, I can’t hear you niggas any way
Pop the steel, cause it get real, I not about them games
Cartiers frames, dracula grill, bitch I still keep it trill
Hittin’ bitches from the back with my socks on
Memphis niggas keep the Glocks cocked when the wars on
Buyin’ 40s from the corner store, blowin’ smoke
Grindin’ like its 94, keep the stash in the floorboards
Average tripple dubber on the fuckin’ ball court
I’m that nigga that you imitate and hoes call for
For that dick game, wouldn’t buy your bitch with my loose change
Thristy niggas eatin’ bitches ass with the shit stain
Insane like my fuckin’ 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
Pour that mud up like that butter, first nigga with that pipe in the club
Used to turn my shit up had niggas tryna fight in the club
And I know I’m ice’d up, pinky just like that a dub
You gotta like my shit, you a hater or somethin’
I’m a grow ass man, you a baby or somethin’
Probably fucked ya mama on the come up
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 month and she been paid
Botta sign more deal cop more real estate
Me and Pat used to rob or ’em petty things
Now it’s nothin’ less than private jets, 7 figure checks
Hater, catch your fuckin’ breathe, you broke, ain’t got nothin’ left
We ’em 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
Motherfuckin’ legend get your smoke right, dope right
Ain’t no conversation or that broke life, show right, bitch
Who run it?