Chords for G Herbo "Who Run It" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)

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_ Who you think you a header, not us In the ass of the Porsche Carrera or something
Fuck twins like Diaz and Marathon You that boy getting bread, Panera or something
Landed in the GT Larisome Put Bosto in the Arizona
Very hushy, having affairs I'ma spend the whole [F#] life fierce
Pouring this shot like Ye but a dude crying like Bumshay
I ain't scared of [A] none Passport stamped, y'all nigga ran up [F#] that
sack Might as well go to Paris, huh
Woman got wack, you a baritone Whoop you out like you scared of [A] something
Go on the street like Patera Then they gon' [F#m] realize it's serious
[F#] I ain't even know that period I'm making millions, I'm serious
That money cut me in berries Can't count it, I get delirious
I bought my mama a mansion So I can't trip on my cherries
But [A] I'm still dipping that fashion No, [F#] I stay dripping, that's period
These niggas dripping, that's period Nah, you can't find, I'm serious
Lay right behind, I'm serious And I'm straight up denying, now I'm serious
Who you gon' send to fuck with me, take stuff from me or [F#m] from any of mine, now I'm curious
Better take four you bust to me in a few minutes I flop a 50 in mine, now I'm furious
Dive in that water, I dive like Aquarius Y'all nigga, we was breaking the barrier
If you grabbing that torch, better carry it Tryna hide on that Porsche, no scary shit
All I smoke is loud, you got that mouth like berries
My son ain't gotta work because he gon' inherit it
Uh-huh, we okay, gang, first, you don't need no yo' heritage
50 cash from versus, I give that shit to charity
Love in my city like 10, I swear Why the fuck I still gotta ride Airware with it?
Heard my Saint 2 on the news, I was [Em] worried And we was [F#m] just joking with y'all, that's a fair
We don't talk too much, got these Airware Still friends, double G's Airware
I put the VV's Airware I do my Camaro's Airpare
And they know me for shitting on everybody I'm the one who do the shit that you hear about
I'm the one who told y'all that I move [Em] like Obama [F#m] Then how the fuck they end up with my whereabouts?
Why they gotta get cleared out?
Middle of summer, I like Asana
We was laid back in the back of the Honda So we on, sneak out in the car
It ain't happen, [D] I wasn't there, y'all I was somewhere, eat Benny and Honda
Give LA [F#m] a little Benny to park in All my life I had been in apartments
Move to Bali, [F#] get a Brib, I'm hollering My bitch always Bribbing, keep balling
Because I'm a little [A] workaholic Hit the crib with a 50 and all 20
I'ma just make a cow [F#] holler While I get the back and all blue
Let a fucking rapper run [A] through all of it You know it's going right, the little dude
Already got a [F#m] closet, all shoes Ball tear pit, baby, cheap pay those
And my bitch got a closet with the loot Cashed out on the crib, I ain't get the view
I'm like, fucking no problem, in the dupe I'm a crib, got a pond, not a pool
We at Rogers Express, I ain't get the mood I still fast through with all the juice
Level count, this is what's up, new middle school Now I'm cool, now I'm boo
Now my car go vroom vroom Niggas hate on me for this move
Guess I got rich too soon Nigga, I been rapping like six years
I seen ten niggas get killed What about me turn down them deals?
Life is talking to its wheels
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