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Trippie
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2018
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Apr 09, (2018-04-09)

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Lyrics of who run it remix ft. lil yachty by Trippie Redd
[Intro – Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Huh, Big 14 B---h
1400 yeah, 1400 yeah, 800 yeah
1400/800 lil’ n---a, flexing paper n---a
You know what the f--k going on
Yeah, ayy, hold on, ayy

[Verse 1 – Trippie Redd]
Real n----s live by the code
Catch a n---a lack on my f-----g bros
I don’t f--k with opps, all y’all n----s’ hoes
Met a few of ’em, y’all could get exposed
With my n---a 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 f-----g hobby, yo
I’m a real n---a, in the field witcha, doing trill witcha
All my lil’ n----s keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
I’m a real n---a, in the field witcha, doing trill witcha
All my lil’ n----s keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
Lil’ n---a let them lullas fly, leave a young n---a so traumatized
Toting gats jit, all my n----s ride
Don’t make me make another mama cry
Doing trill, catch another homicide
Fix your face, n---a, you got butterflies?
Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die
Big 14, f--k the other side
Jugg, jugg, got all this jewelry
Man, this s--t ain’t new to me
Your b---h new to you, she ain’t new to me


I ain’t really with the f-----g foolery
Glistening in these f-----g diamonds
Bad b---h and I’m f-----g shining
I got a bad b---h from the f-----g islands
Taking trips to the f-----g islands
Guess these guys don’t realize
When they talking fly, man, it’s suicide
Don’t talk, do a n---a do or die
Nobody else, n---a, you and I
Big chopper, I’ma let the bullets fly
That red dot right between your eyes
I don’t play, p---y, wish a n---a try
‘Cause that’d be the night n----s die
N----s act like I ain’t G.O.A.T. or something
Take a trip, go chill with the bros or something
Call a few b-----s, chill with some hoes or something
N----s be flexing, they bold or something
They don’t want that war, go home or something
Internet flexing with the phone or something
You a lil’ pup, n---a, fetch a bone or something
N----s male strippers when them poles bumming

[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’ n---a talking 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 n----s they mad ’cause I’m richer than them
Stay ganged up, I ain’t clicking with them
You can get shot, Terry Richardson them
N---a, I ball like the Pistons and them “uh”
F--k around, you come up missing like them “yeah”
You the type run to the sheriff “ha”
Act like you hard and you careless “yeah”
N---a, I’m a real a-s n---a, ain’t fake a n---a
Free my big brother out the prison cell “woo”
QC and P told ’em give ’em hell
Riding ’round in a Maybach with my n---a Pellz
Glock out, running we empty 12
B---h on my d--k, that’s a love spell “yeah”
B---h with the s---s, call her Annabelle “yeah”
If they won’t call, I don’t gotta yell “yeah”
Hundreds so crisp like a pack of kettles
F-----g her jewels with my n---a 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?
Buying whips, yeah, we into that “yep”
F-----g hoes, yeah, we into that “yep”
Loving hoes, yeah, no n---a
Got a .223 inside the Hellcat “doot-doot”
Keep it all in the pack, huh
Hundred n----s in your section
Hmm, where the hoes? N---a, that’s weird “p---y, p---y”
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 n---a live
Spend twenty racks like two bands “facts”
Uh, came with the sticks like they hunting n---a
Throwing gang signs, call it (?) n---a
Can’t nobody at QC get punked, n---a
What is a one-on-one, n---a? We jumping n----s
We got the strap, n---a, f--k it, we stomping n----s
I’m just as rich as your favorite rapper, n---a, might be richer “yeah”
Hit the pent like I’m Derek Fisher
F--k the b---h 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, n----s 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 n---a
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”

[Outro – Lil Yachty & Trippie Redd]
Lil Boat “who else?”
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