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Three 6 Mafia

"Who Run It (Remix)"

[Intro: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Huh, Big 14 b*tch
1400 yeah, 1400 yeah, 800 yeah
1400/800 lil' n*gga, flexin' paper n*gga
You know what the f*ck goin' on
Yeah, ayy, hold on, ayy

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Real n*ggas live by the code
Catch a n*gga lack on my f*ckin' bros
I don't f*ck with opps so y'all n*ggas' hoes
Met a few of 'em, y'all could get exposed
With my n*gga too, he'll up the pole
Put it to your nose, leave your body froze
Do a drill, catch another body though
Like, that's my f*ckin' hobby, yo
I'm a real n*gga, in the field witcha, do a drill witcha
All my lil' n*ggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
I'm a real n*gga, in the field witcha, do a drill witcha
All my lil' n*ggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
Lil' n*gga let them llamas fly, leave a young n*gga so traumatized
Totin' gats jit, all my n*ggas ride
Don't make me make another mama cry
Do a drill, catch another homicide
Fix your face, n*gga, you got butterflies?
Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die
Big 14, f*ck the other side
Jugg, jugg, got all this jewelry
Man, this sh*t ain't new to me
Your b*tch new to you, she ain't new to me
I ain't really with the f*cking foolery
Glistenin' in these f*cking diamonds
Bad b*tch and I'm f*cking shining
I got a bad b*tch from the f*cking islands
Taking trips to the f*cking islands
Guess these guys don't realize
When they talking fly, man, it's suicide
Don't talk, do a n*gga do or die
Nobody else, n*gga, you and I
Big chopper, I'ma let the bullets fly
That red dot right between your eyes
I don't play, pus*y, wish a n*gga try
'Cause that'd be the night n*ggas die
n*ggas act like I ain't G.O.A.T. or somethin'
Take a trip, go chill with the bros or somethin'
Call a few b*tches, chill with some hoes or somethin'
n*ggas 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, n*gga, fetch a bone or somethin'
n*ggas 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' n*gga talkin' down, we gon' snatch his chain (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Hold on (Lil Boat)
Ayy, who you think you ahead of? Not us (uh)
And these n*ggas they mad 'cause I'm richer than them
Stay ganged up, I ain't clickin' with them
You can get shot, Terry Richardson them
n*gga, I ball like the Pistons and them (uh)
f*ck around, you come up missin' like them (yeah)
You the type run to the sheriff (ha)
Act like you hard and you careless (yeah)
n*gga, I'm a real ass n*gga, ain't fake a n*gga
Free my big brother out the prison cell (woo)
QCM P told 'em, "Give 'em hell"
Ridin' 'round in a Maybach with my n*gga Pellz
Glock out, running we empty 12
b*tch on my di*k, that's a love spell (yeah)
b*tch with the sh*ts, call her Annabelle (yeah)
If they won't call, I don't gotta yell (yeah)
Hundreds so crisp like a pack of kettles
f*ckin' her jewels with my n*gga 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)
f*ckin' hoes, yeah, we into that (yep)
Loving hoes, yeah, no n*gga
Got a .223 inside the Hellcat (doot-doot)
Keep it all in the pack, huh
Hundred n*ggas in your section
Hmm, where the hoes? n*gga, that's weird (pus*y, pus*y)
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 n*gga live
Spend twenty racks like two bands (facts)
Uh, came with the sticks like they hunting n*gga
Throwing gang signs, call it taunting n*gga
Can't nobody at QC get punked, n*gga
What is a one-on-one, n*gga? We jumpin' n*ggas
We got the strap, n*gga, f*ck it, we stompin' n*ggas
I'm just as rich as your favorite rapper, n*gga, might be richer (yeah)
Hit the pent like I'm Derek Fisher
f*ck the b*tch 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, n*ggas wouldn't double dare to cross the big Boat (yeah)
Last year, I was 19, had 300K inside a Kith coat (yeah)
Pull up deep, wide body n*gga
Feel like Jeremy Shockey, cold as Minnesota (hoo)
Bought my moms a Rover but I ain't BlocBoy (skrt)
But I do keep a Glock for opp boys (doot-doot-doot)

[Outro: Lil Yachty & Trippie Redd]
Lil Boat (who else?)
14
Gang

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