Look, cross your arms and bop like this with me
This one time I had to do it, but another time
First time, I ain't really like how I did it
Yeah, listen
Switch my flow on the beat I'm on beast mode
Send me that beat, I eat those
With the game, we gon' slide, we creep those
Niggas Mad Day, shorty on freak mode
Who still run it in jersey
Me
Yeah, I'm the king, bow down
Bow down
No nigga taking my crown
Uh-uh
He got crossed and lost and found
I got a Glock on the side, believe that
By yourself, nigga, where your team at
You can't come here alone, I'm a demon
One call and my nigga start tweaking
Bro, I'm moving, my brothers start squeezing
Slide four times for no reason
Outside with the slimes, we geeking
You a creep, I'ma make you bleed red
But you're the soul, yeah, that's what me said
My nigga pull up with a 30
You don't miss, you looking like 30
I ain't scared, nigga, I ain't worried
Send like two shots, they heard me
He got hit, he down, it's over
He on the ground, well, I'ma get closer
Send two more shots to the domester
Then run off and tuck my toaster
I'm hot, I can't cool off
Drippa back, he hard, they soft
Hit me, I start popping off
Big Glocks sending shots and all
On the block with a rock and all
On top, cause I'm hot and all
With a braud, she on the block, she on
My lil' bros like bebe kids
Like beyblades, let it rip
Make a nigga rewind, replay that
They be hype like, did he say that
My mom like my son so mean
She be like, his flow so clean
He violent, but he silent
After I leave the block, he a siren
I'm not gon' make this long
Just know I run it all
Run it cause I'm big dog
I don't want your chick, she bald
She make a nigga look bad and all
She make a nigga stay hard and soft
When your nigga hear this song, he gon' text me
He stressin'
Nigga mad cause Dripper flexin'
He gon' blow up like 9-11
I met this chick at the beach
Said her nigga on her feet
But she said he couldn't rap
He wacky, but he trash
But I ain't even ask
This shorty like to rap
She be sayin' her a manifact
Said I run it and I still ran it back
She be sayin' her a manifact
Said I run it and I still ran it back
Nigga
Nigga
Lildrippa - Who Still Run It (remix) Lyrics
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English
Look, cross your arms and bop like this with me
This one time I had to do it, but another time
First time, I ain't really like how I did it
Yeah, listen
Switch my flow on the beat I'm on beast mode
Send me that beat, I eat those
With the game, we gon' slide, we creep those
Niggas Mad Day, shorty on freak mode
Who still run it in jersey
Me
Yeah, I'm the king, bow down
Bow down
No nigga taking my crown
Uh-uh
He got crossed and lost and found
I got a Glock on the side, believe that
By yourself, nigga, where your team at
You can't come here alone, I'm a demon
One call and my nigga start tweaking
Bro, I'm moving, my brothers start squeezing
Slide four times for no reason
Outside with the slimes, we geeking
You a creep, I'ma make you bleed red
But you're the soul, yeah, that's what me said
My nigga pull up with a 30
You don't miss, you looking like 30
I ain't scared, nigga, I ain't worried
Send like two shots, they heard me
He got hit, he down, it's over
He on the ground, well, I'ma get closer
Send two more shots to the domester
Then run off and tuck my toaster
I'm hot, I can't cool off
Drippa back, he hard, they soft
Hit me, I start popping off
Big Glocks sending shots and all
On the block with a rock and all
On top, cause I'm hot and all
With a braud, she on the block, she on
My lil' bros like bebe kids
Like beyblades, let it rip
Make a nigga rewind, replay that
They be hype like, did he say that
My mom like my son so mean
She be like, his flow so clean
He violent, but he silent
After I leave the block, he a siren
I'm not gon' make this long
Just know I run it all
Run it cause I'm big dog
I don't want your chick, she bald
She make a nigga look bad and all
She make a nigga stay hard and soft
When your nigga hear this song, he gon' text me
He stressin'
Nigga mad cause Dripper flexin'
He gon' blow up like 9-11
I met this chick at the beach
Said her nigga on her feet
But she said he couldn't rap
He wacky, but he trash
But I ain't even ask
This shorty like to rap
She be sayin' her a manifact
Said I run it and I still ran it back
She be sayin' her a manifact
Said I run it and I still ran it back
Nigga
Nigga
This one time I had to do it, but another time
First time, I ain't really like how I did it
Yeah, listen
Switch my flow on the beat I'm on beast mode
Send me that beat, I eat those
With the game, we gon' slide, we creep those
Niggas Mad Day, shorty on freak mode
Who still run it in jersey
Me
Yeah, I'm the king, bow down
Bow down
No nigga taking my crown
Uh-uh
He got crossed and lost and found
I got a Glock on the side, believe that
By yourself, nigga, where your team at
You can't come here alone, I'm a demon
One call and my nigga start tweaking
Bro, I'm moving, my brothers start squeezing
Slide four times for no reason
Outside with the slimes, we geeking
You a creep, I'ma make you bleed red
But you're the soul, yeah, that's what me said
My nigga pull up with a 30
You don't miss, you looking like 30
I ain't scared, nigga, I ain't worried
Send like two shots, they heard me
He got hit, he down, it's over
He on the ground, well, I'ma get closer
Send two more shots to the domester
Then run off and tuck my toaster
I'm hot, I can't cool off
Drippa back, he hard, they soft
Hit me, I start popping off
Big Glocks sending shots and all
On the block with a rock and all
On top, cause I'm hot and all
With a braud, she on the block, she on
My lil' bros like bebe kids
Like beyblades, let it rip
Make a nigga rewind, replay that
They be hype like, did he say that
My mom like my son so mean
She be like, his flow so clean
He violent, but he silent
After I leave the block, he a siren
I'm not gon' make this long
Just know I run it all
Run it cause I'm big dog
I don't want your chick, she bald
She make a nigga look bad and all
She make a nigga stay hard and soft
When your nigga hear this song, he gon' text me
He stressin'
Nigga mad cause Dripper flexin'
He gon' blow up like 9-11
I met this chick at the beach
Said her nigga on her feet
But she said he couldn't rap
He wacky, but he trash
But I ain't even ask
This shorty like to rap
She be sayin' her a manifact
Said I run it and I still ran it back
She be sayin' her a manifact
Said I run it and I still ran it back
Nigga
Nigga
Writer: Keyon Valentine
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid