Verse 1 (Lil Flex)

Who run Paulding like me
Who run Cobb like me
Who run the metro like me
Who run yo bitch like me
Who toting sticks like me
Who ice they wrist like me
Who got a bitch like me
Who getting chips like me

All of these n***as they broke and they bitches
I get the money and count all my riches
Whole lotta talk about why I'm so viscous
Cuz nobody run it like me

I know some real n***as toting them straps
I got some real n***as holding it back
All of these n***as is Paulding is wack
I'm just gonna keep running it up like track

Murder these n***as, you can't even trace it
All of you n***as is basic
I get the blunts and I face it
You get the money and waste it
I ain't really ain't from here
But I got shooters who gun here
And i bitches who fuck here
So uh really who run here

N***a my name is Lil Flex
The n***a who running them checks
N***a my name is E Weezy
Running this shit too easy
Fucking yo bitch too easy
Getting this money too easy
So if anyone asks who run this shit
Tell em the n***a E Weezy

Verse 2 (G Herbo)

If you grabbin' that torch, better carry it (better carry it)
Tryna hide on that porch on some scary shit (fuck yeah)
All I smoke is loud, you got that mild like Darius (yeah)
My son ain't gotta work because he gon' inherit it, uh huh (gon' inherit it)
We yell, "Gang-gang first," you don't even know your heritage (bitch)
Took the cash from verses, I give that shit to charity
Lovin' my city like Chano, I swear
Why the fuck I still gotta ride everywhere with it?
"Herb I seen you on the news, I was worried"
We was just jokin' with y'all, that's a parody
We don't talk too much, got D's everywhere (everywhere)
We still fresh, double G's everywhere (everywhere)
I put the VV's everywhere (everywhere)
I do Mike Amiri's, every pair
And they know me for shittin' on everybody
I'm the one that do shit that you hear about
I'm the one that told y'all that I move like Obama
Then how the fuck they end up with my whereabouts?
Why the got the [?]
Middle of summer, hot like a sauna
We was laid back in the back of the Honda
Told youngin' sneak up, anaconda
It ain't happen, I wasn't there, your Honor
I was somewhere eatin' Benihana's
Get valet and Lil' Benny to park it
All my life I had been in apartments
Move to valley, get a crib, I'm ballin'
My bitch always primpin', keep ballin'
Yes I'm a lil' workaholic
Hit the crib with a 50 and all 20's
I'ma just make her count all of 'em
But I get the backend all blues
Nah don't fuck around, bruh, do all of it
Know it's goin' right to lil' dude
Already got a closet, all shoes
Bought 10 pairs of baby G-Fazos
And my bitch got a closet with some Loubs
Cashed out on the crib, I ain't get the view
I'm like, "Fuck it, no problem, it'll do"
Mama's crib got a pond, not a pool
We had roaches and rats, I ain't get to move
I survived through it all, it's true (yes, it's true)
Slept on couches and floors all through middle school
Now I'm cool, now I'm 'bool
Now my car go vroom, (vroom)
N***as hatin' on me, but it's bool
Guess I got rich too soon
N***a, I've been rappin' like six years (what?)
I seen ten n***as get killed
What about me turnin' down them deals? (Huh)
Now you pissed off 'cause I switched wheels?
[Outro]
Uh, who run it? Limit
No Limit run it
No Limit
Who run it? G Herbo
I'm done with this shit