City McGritty - Who Run It (feat. C4 Aka Four)

Fuck these niggas beaking bout
I know these niggas tweaking now
Popping xans, popping percs
Spin the cut, put in work

Hit em up, then we skirt
Told baby girl work
Setup bitch on the chirp
You only get it on the first

Whatcha bank count look like
Cut her off, it was a good night
She ain't ready for this hood life
These niggas, they don't look right

Yeah, whatcha bank count look like
Huh, whatcha bank count look like

Never been a runner up, run it up
Who run it, you run it
That's nothing, go fund him
Middleman ain't plugged in

Whereabouts unknown
Jumped off the porch like hop scotch
In the trap but he ain't got wops
Dick her down if the top wass

Clock in, you ain't clock work
Talking tough, get a glock first
Water whip til the pot burst
She did me wrong, but the block worse

Ain't got trust, ain't got love
Emotionless state of mind
Told her I don't even live here
How you gon' stay the night

Roam the night like Aladdin
Get him robbed if he bragging
Came up stacking and jacking
Think he swagging but he lacking

Louie V ain't gon pay the rent
Got Hermes but ain't got a bed
Talking Gucci Gucci gang
Type of niggas can't hang

Got me thinking who raised these niggas
They Gerbers, need baby sitters
I know they OGs played these niggas
They don't do trenches, play them benches

Iverson from the 3 point
Bank shots every time
I'm just here to get mine
I'm just here to get mine

Fuck these niggas beaking bout
I know these niggas tweaking now
Popping xans, popping percs
Spin the cut, put in work

Hit em up, then we skirt
Told baby girl work
Setup bitch on the chirp
You only get it on the first

Whatcha bank count look like
Cut her off, it was a good night
She ain't ready for this hood life
These niggas, they don't look right

Yeah, whatcha bank count look like
Huh, whatcha bank count look like

Who think you a hitter, not us
Where you hear that from, that's a false source
When it come to the flow, I got all sorts
Your bitch in my crib in my ball shorts

Ride around town with a small torch
Screaming out 4 like a golf course
Please do not compare us
'Less it's the man on the mirror

Born on the south side of Jane and Finch
But they don't ever dare to come near it
I had to make an appearance
I'm tryna cop some McLarens

I had to trap, just to make racks
I don't rely on my parents
I got the dope, it sell for the low
It gotta go like a clearance

I hit em off with the work
Just like a post
They all gon' like it and share it
These niggas talk about shit
That they never would do
They on repeat like a parrot

I pull it out and I air it
I take your point, no demerit
I know your bitch
Told me your raps are shit
Nigga you should be embarrassed
Nigga you should be embarrassed

Uh, real nigga in all situations
Never leaking no information
Never been no pussy nigga
I'm popping out like a dislocation

I ride around with that renovation
Let a nigga try and test my patience
I'm hopping out that front seat
Giving all y'all demonstration like rahhh

Fuck these niggas beaking bout
I know these niggas tweaking now
Popping xans, popping percs
Spin the cut, put in work

Hit em up, then we skirt
Told baby girl work
Setup bitch on the chirp
You only get it on the first

Whatcha bank count look like
Cut her off, it was a good night
She ain't ready for this hood life
These niggas, they don't look right

Yeah, whatcha bank count look like
Huh, whatcha bank count look like

Written by:
Tevin McNeil

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