Who Run It (REMIX)

(Intro)
Thank you G Herbo, Trippie Redd, Lil Yatchy, Juicy J and Lil Uzi Vert. Three 6 Mafia Let's Go! This to the very special ones

(Verse 1)
Baby back ribs with a side of potatoes
Shit so damn delicious, I call that the maker
All the food coming to me like some shakers
Everything I own is all real, on my tables
Real for the players, blood gang I call it fables
I ain't rep'n absolutely nothing you won't find me later
Yamine is a beast and these lyrics are on the cables
Genius Word Records, I'm a legend for my lables
T-G-O-D, Y-M-C
G Herbo and Three 6 put me on this beat
I'm shouting "Who Run It"
Like my name is in the streets
I ain't never going to jail I got that purple let me speak
I mix the lean with my Sprite
I'm sipping yeah that's right
I pick my weed out the farms and called it just ripe
I'm spitting, she tipping, I'm dicking, just digging
Got the game up in a hurry, naw I'm just fishing
I'm winning, and cooking in the kitchen
You that on the goon, got croons my gang nigga
Shots calling like a game
Three 6 my flame
Don't step in my lane
I'm a beast so I'm Hall Of Fame
I got the bag so I smoke or something
I got the cash to throw for something
I make it rain like some snow or something
I get the pain so you owe me something
Bad bitches come and get it
We don't take Ls, so I don't spend it
Making it ball like a new cricket
Noises churp churping all through my kitchen

(Bridge)
Who run up the check
Who got it on deck
Who got it my bet
I put that shit on my chest (repeat)

(Verse 2)
The bigger the better
The checks getting wetter
I sware to my goons Murdda's a teller
Yamine go stuntin off my new records
I'm a world-wide classified ask Hannah
3 6 got me bumping
Lil Pump call it Trap Jumpin
I got big like a bucket
Fucking hoes all em rushin
I'm signing auto-graphs in public
She loving and singing
While I'm blinging and leaving in substance
Police don shot a nigga, now they claiming "Who runnin"
Homie was trappin on budget
Retired Tim NBA got me dunking