Who Run It (remix) Lyrics - Lil Yachty

[Intro: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty] 

Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah 

Huh, Big 14 Bitch 

1400 yeah, 1400 yeah, 800 yeah 

1400/800 lil' nigga, flexin' paper nigga 

You know what the fuck goin' on 

Yeah, ayy, hold on, ayy 

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd] 

Real niggas live by the code 

Catch a nigga lack on my fuckin' bros 

I don't fuck with opps, all y'all niggas' hoes 

Met a few of 'em, y'all could get exposed 

With my nigga too, head off the pole 

Put it to your nose, leave your body froze 

Do a trill, catch another body though 

Like, that's my fuckin' hobby, yo 

I'm a real nigga, in the field witcha, doin' trill witcha 

All my lil' niggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha 

Big Trippie keep it real witcha 

I'm a real nigga, in the field witcha, doin' trill witcha 

All my lil' niggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha 

Big Trippie keep it real witcha 

Lil' nigga let them lullas fly, leave a young nigga so traumatized 

Totin' gats jit, all my niggas ride 

Don't make me make another mama cry 

Doin' trill, catch another homicide 

Fix your face, nigga, you got butterflies? 

Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die 

Big 14, fuck the other side 

Jugg, jugg, got all this jewelry 

Man, this shit ain't new to me 

Your bitch new to you, she ain't new to me 

I ain't really with the fucking foolery 

Glistenin' in these fucking diamonds 

Bad bitch and I'm fucking shining 

I got a bad bitch from the fucking islands 

Taking trips to the fucking islands 

Guess these guys don't realize 

When they talking fly, man, it's suicide 

Don't talk, do a nigga do or die 

Nobody else, nigga, you and I 

Big chopper, I'ma let the bullets fly 

That red dot right between your eyes 

I don't play, pussy, wish a nigga try 

'Cause that'd be the night niggas die 

Niggas act like I ain't G.O.A.T. or somethin' 

Take a trip, go chill with the bros or somethin' 

Call a few bitches, chill with some hoes or somethin' 

Niggas 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, nigga, fetch a bone or somethin' 

Niggas male strippers when them poles bummin' 

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[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' nigga 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 niggas they mad 'cause I'm richer than them 

Stay ganged up, I ain't clickin' with them 

You can get shot, Terry Richardson them 

Nigga, I ball like the Pistons and them (uh) 

Fuck around, you come up missin' like them (yeah) 

You the type run to the sheriff (ha) 

Act like you hard and you careless (yeah) 

Nigga, I'm a real ass nigga, ain't fake a nigga 

Free my big brother out the prison cell (woo) 

QC and P told 'em give 'em hell 

Ridin' 'round in a Maybach with my nigga Pellz 

Glock out, running we empty 12 

Bitch on my dick, that's a love spell (yeah) 

Bitch with the shits, call her Annabelle (yeah) 

If they won't call, I don't gotta yell (yeah) 

Hundreds so crisp like a pack of kettles 

Fuckin' her jewels with my nigga Jack 

Crotched up, all of my brothers sack (yep) 

Gotta run up them Ricky Racks (yep) 

In the safe in the [?], 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) 

Fuckin' hoes, yeah, we into that (yep) 

Loving hoes, yeah, no nigga 

Got a .223 inside the Hellcat (doot-doot) 

Keep it all in the pack, huh 

Hundred niggas in your section 

Hmm, where the hoes? Nigga, that's weird (pussy, pussy) 

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 nigga live 

Spend twenty racks like two bands (facts) 

Uh, came with the sticks like they hunting nigga 

Throwing gang signs, call it [?] nigga 

Can't nobody at QC get punked, nigga 

What is a one-on-one, nigga? We jumpin' niggas 

We got the strap, nigga, fuck it, we stompin' niggas 

I'm just as rich as your favorite rapper, nigga, might be richer (yeah) 

Hit the pent like I'm Derek Fisher 

Fuck the bitch 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, niggas 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 nigga 

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) 

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[Outro: Lil Yachty & Trippie Redd] 

Lil Boat (who else?) 

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Gang