[Intro]
They keep talkin' 'bout who run it, yeah
They keep talkin' 'bout who run it
Y'all n***as really run this shit with your motherfuckin' mouth man
Yeah, n***a like me gon' keep this shit runnin' like years n***a, set

[Verse]
They keep talkin' 'bout who run it
Ten mil in a month in Atlanta, who done it?
I don't want to kick it, I punt it
Like twenty times ten, I'm too one hundred
You'll get rolled like tires for Michellen
And my flow cold like December in Michigan
I'm poppin' my target, I swear I ain't missin' shit
Won't mention a rapper, I swear I ain't with all that dissin' shit
Got slimes in the cut and they hit some shit
And if they don't run they gon' wipe you
You ain't no gangster boy, you just a typer
Bitch I was the shit before I was in diapers
Two trips in the booth with a thirty round
Thirty n***as run up, bet he shootin' all thirty down
Remember goin' to Durk high school with the same shoes
And them bitches was dirty now
My shit clean, had a nice flow, now my shit mean
I got a redbone but my bitch green
She'll do anything for a lil bleu cheese
Say buy you what, like lil bitch please
And my coupe all white outside
Ashy, lookin' like your lil bitch knees
Got double-C's all over my body
But everybody know that I bang big B's
Nine-five livin', young n***a on P side
Bangin' with the Bentley but I'm still screamin' east side
I can't hold this shit in, bruh they done made me bring the B side
I didn't want to do it, I had to
Never seen a Maserati truck with the glass roof
Curves on the window when I pass through
And no I ain't Muslim no more but I still pray five times a day like my dad do
I know he mad, thinkin' that I converted
But I ain't got no religion 'cause I ain't certain
I grew up in the house of pain like Curtis
Wrist so wet like the steps in the pool
Freed my from chains, you get left in the pool
And I, kill every track, my engineer say he can visualize the death in the booth
Hah, I don't even rap, I sing
Cap what? n***a I don't even cap my lean
Like Fetty, I'ma trap my queen
Fuck n***as tryna dap my team
Same n***a that be hatin' on us hard
Get money, what you hatin' on us for?
Oh we goin' to the top, you gon' sit there and watch?
Lil n***a what you waitin' on us for?
Young n***a dead fresh while I'm sittin' in the living room
You can't sing like me, I don't sound like a n***a 'cause a n***a boy got a whole different tune
And when you get a lil money n***as gon' be actin' funny 'cause you gon' be livin' so different soon
Told Mac Dog had to bounce this bitch, turn it up, let me hit, 'cause I'm finna be dippin' soon