Who Run It REMIX PLAYMATE ELITE (Ft. PLAYMATE ELITE)

Who run it I run it

No you don’t want it

I kick it I punt it

Keep it a hunnid

Dissin nobodies, I am above it

Feel like a rock star pop pillies to numb it

Haters I’m shunnin

Yeah I been stuntin

Pipes I been plumbin

I am so clever

I am so cunnin

You’s Cecil I’m a dentist so let’s go huntin

Rapper of the year

You don’t appear

To fear me

A superior lyricist

Mad flow I don’t use periods

I am no joke I spit serious

Spittin so fast it makes you delirious

Not just fast I be so furious

My shit hotter than curry is

Are you hearin this, I’m just curious

I run the game like it’s Usain

Cannot be tamed

Rap insane

Fuck up ya membrane

You’s lame

Club go up on a Tuesday

You'll be dead if you don’t get it by the due date

Ya I get paid

I’m a bad rapper who say that

Yo gon burst into flames like a race track

Your whole career I’ll erase that

Yo where ya plays at

Dope rhymes yeah I made that

All ya fans they play that

Betta stay back

Shoot you down that line gon stay flat

Gonna have to get a teardrop face tat

Just face it

Yous a basic

Replacement

I’m a spaceship racin to first place while you chasin

This Asian gon pound ya face in like Jason

I’m in the left lane

Cuz I’m passin

All y’all faggots

You Ain’t had the

Talent, you’s lackin

Fake like a ramen noodle packet

That’s why u ain’t added

To the group chats

Zero dark the motherfucking pack

We never gonna stop dropping tracks

Go Zeke and run it back

Strap up and attack

Girl look like a snack

Give that ass a smack

Till it not intact

Hit it from the back

Smash that like Shaq

Boy you lack

Rock you all like crack

I’m the Masta call me Jack

I been gassed up stacks on stacks

You meek I’m drake back to back

Blast ya back to Iraq

My words so wise vocab attack

That’s a fact, smack a wack rapper back like a Cracker Jack

Attack the track

You know I’m packin racks

Chillin in the tabernacle

ASAP pretty flacko

Bait like tackle

And the gat go

Yacko on a smack ho

Betta back off

Or your brain be scrabbled

Memories be scrambled

Mess with me that’s a gamble

Grip the choppa I'm Rambo

Turn you red like a tampon

Eat up that soup, that’s why they call me Campbell