They askin/ who run it Bitch i run it If you think its funny you get hit in the stomach With the/  tommy gun Bitch Thats how we im coming Pockets kinda lumpy Must be comin from dis money I make big moves Big boss moves I'm like roddy rich You not comin in with no got damn shoes Thats you You cant do what i do I fuck your bitch in the livingroom On the sofa On the couch On the coffee table i be in n out She ask me where I'm going I said Bitch im finna bounce Little did she know I had to cop a Oz To blow it down Me and my round On the other side of town That's the east side if yeen know by now Where it goes down I Turn that smile into a frown I Upset  niggas by my present Pissing on the peasants Like I'm santa I got coal for the presents I got nasty flows like the Dude named Devin I'm gifted like a angle from above in the heavens   Bullet to the dome Reset these niggas setting I know I'm hard nigga Wit the bars i be spittin I be in  bars straight liquor sippin no chasing paper chasin Only chasin that paper Gateway to get paid Fuck bitches and gettin laid Gettin blazed Taking 8 blunts to da  face Aint fazed Yo face on da bituary Its very scary wont find him till neveruary.