Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Run It, artist - Berner. Album song El Chivo, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bern One Entertainment
Song language: English
Run It |
Oh yeah, the Bay Area’s in the buildin' |
Akron, Ohio, what up? |
This some of that fly shit |
Yeah, come on |
Yeah, I’m just tryna roll up, baby-roll up, baby |
Just tryna get my dough up, baby-dough up, baby |
We ship it out and pray it show up if it show up, baby-show up, baby |
We celebrate, go on and pour up, baby, yeah |
Yeah, I’m just tryna roll up, baby-roll up, baby |
Just tryna get my dough up, baby-dough up, baby |
We ship it out and pray it show up if it show up, baby-show up, baby |
We celebrate, go on and pour up, baby, yeah |
Yeah, this that big Bay whale shit |
Back in the day when I used to had to mail it |
Pissin for my P.O., knowin' I would fail it |
Sick of the system, tired of that jail shit |
Cereal Milk, got the big bag (Big bag) |
Big moves, got 'em big mad (Big mad) |
Yeah, they love me on the east coast (On the east coast) |
Your baby mama wanna deep throat |
Underground king like Bun with the dirty gun |
Thirty-six and I’m rich, why I’m on another run? |
(I don’t know) |
'Cause I’m built like that |
Why he throw those new rims on the wheels like that? |
Bern, how you just close another deal like that? |
I’m on one, I really am, I just feel like that |
I’m O.T. |
with the new shit, makin' my rounds |
I have a box, it might last me if I’m breakin it down |
Yeah, I’m hidin' from the law and shakin' the clowns |
See, I keep the grass cut 'cause there’s snakes on the ground |
Yeah, I’m hidin' from the law and shakin' the clowns |
Yeah, I keep the grass cut 'cause there’s snakes on the ground |
Bern |
Yeah, I’m just tryna roll up, baby-roll up, baby |
Just tryna get my dough up, baby-dough up, baby |
We ship it out and pray it show up if it show up, baby-show up, baby |
We celebrate, go on and pour up, baby, yeah |
Yeah, I’m just tryna roll up, baby-roll up, baby |
Just tryna get my dough up, baby-dough up, baby |
We ship it out and pray it show up if it show up, baby-show up, baby |
We celebrate, go on and pour up, baby, yeah |
Fresh, all my shit taste the best (Taste the best) |
You gotta sell your shit for less (Come on) |
Marijuana mafia, your boy is on top, yeah |
The big boys want me to flop, we call shots |
I bent the corner in somethin' brand new |
We on a winnin' spree, yeah, my team can’t lose (We can’t lose) |
I’m a mailbox veteran, twenty years in |
I’m an outdoor don by the time the year end |
Who got this high-end poppin'? |
And filled all the orders for the downtown shoppin'? |
I always feel like somebody’s watchin' |
No talkin' on my phone, take my brown bag and wash it |
Yeah, big Bern, I’m on the come up (The come up) |
Big forty if they run up (If they run up) |
Yeah, I hustle 'til the sun up |
He hit it two times and coughed a lung up (A lung up) |
Yeah |
Yeah, I’m just tryna roll up, baby-roll up, baby |
Just tryna get my dough up, baby-dough up, baby |
We ship it out and pray it show up if it show up, baby-show up, baby |
We celebrate, go on and pour up, baby, yeah |
Yeah, I’m just tryna roll up, baby-roll up, baby |
Just tryna get my dough up, baby-dough up, baby |
We ship it out and pray it show up if it show up, baby-show up, baby |
We celebrate, go on and pour up, baby, yeah |