21 Savage – Who Run It (Freestyle) Lyrics

Lyrics for Who Run It (Freestyle) by 21 Savage

{Intro}
Straight up
21

{Verse}
223 Diamondback with the drum, ni-ga “straight up”
Choppa like to crush alot, Big Pun ni-ga “straight up”
I’ve been taking money ever since I was young, ni-ga “straight up”
Sneak dissing, ni–as cutting out your tongue, ni-ga “straight up”
Real street ni-ga, I ain’t doing no capping ni-ga, I ain’t told no lies “21”
I don’t give a f-ck if I got a hunnid’ million, I’m keeping my 45 “oh god”
Walking up on ya ni-ga, point blank range, we ain’t doing no drive-bys “yeah”
I still right here wit’ hollows ni-ga and I got my Glock out “facts”
She keep tryna watch Netflix, bi-ch I’m pulling my cock out “straight up”
Hit her with the d-ck and I left that bi-ch cockeyed “straight up, straight up”
All these VVS’s I made your bi-ch cockeyed “21, 21”
Talking out your neck, you get your T-shirt tie-dyed “on God”
I’m on percocets, I think I’m finna skydive “yeah”
You little pu-sy cat, you must think you got nine lives “21”
I’m so sick of all this fruity shit, you ni–as on thin ice
That stick gon’ cut you half time, now these ni–as wanna switch sides “straight up”
I ain’t really with that taking shit, little ni-ga I’m walking up “straight up”
That .30 like a tree lil’ ni-ga, watch where you barking up “straight up”
We got way too many shots, y’all lil’ ni–as can’t dodge enough “on God”
We can even challenge ya, cause y’all lil’ ni–as aren’t charged enough “fast”
Quarter million dollar for a walkthrough “straight up”
Get the utmost respect when I walk through “straight up”
I love the way you suck that d-ck, lil’ bi-ch don’t forget who taught you “straight up”
Wait to much can’t stopping “straight up”
Bogeyman ni-ga, I’ll haunt you “on God”
All these bullets ’round me ni-ga, I ain’t got time to punch you “21”
Hit ’em wit’ the 3-2, all y’all ni–as see through “yeah”
Brought they (?) seafood, had to hit a lick at Kiku “yeah-yeah”
Lil’ bi-ch I don’t need you “yeah-yeah”
Hell nah, I can’t eat you “yeah-yeah”
Let the whole gang G you, then I left that bi-ch at (?) “yeah-yeah”
You must scared or some, ni-ga let’s bet the spread or some “21”
That’s your main bi-ch, but I bet that lil’ bi-ch spread for some “God”
I got all these blues like I ain’t banging red or something “re”
I bought all these cars like l ain’t got no legs or something “yeah”
F-ck that other side, pull up in ya hood switch it “21”
(Stash) money, murder, two guns, ni-ga, big B’s “21”
Every time I hit that bi-ch she comeback like a frisbee “yeah”
I ain’t got time to play with nobody kids, go watch Disney “yeah”
Skin made of concrete, ni-ga, you can never be me “21”
My brother down the road with a touchscreen and FeFe “BF”
Candlelight gang, leave a ni-ga on the TV
Fish fry gang, y’all can’t even afford to die
Bi-ch I’m wait too real like I ain’t even afford to lie