Black frames and a suit
Like Clark Kent
Slide
Bring meds
You can be my friend
My sets ain't free
Don't try to pretend
I got the swang
Don't follow trends
Eating up carbs
All the bread i can spend
I been super size since ninty tres
Blessed wit checks
Can't comprehend
But the biz f*cked
I ain't gon pretend
I stay lit
True to my scent
He buying fans
Mine cost zero cent
Push the envelope
Shake the biz
Cash me out
I'm hot shit
Act like a bitch
You fail the quiz
Support past 10
Pray I don't bend
Haters get f*cked
By the new Steve Wynn
Loose like juice
Pouring up some gin
Who Run the Game
Too much drip
Stay clogging drains
Want the fame
Don't f*ck with lames
I'm lit like a Tit
So f*ck shade
Rocks on piles
Need a Ice tray
My dick go in
A bitch Koo-Laid
Want the sauce its homemade
Cost extra like Chipotle
Got a girl like Kim
And I'm bout to swim
You couldn't be me
If you hit the gym
You tryna hit holes
But ya dick too thin
I'm deuce biggalo and my shoe size big
I took the battle bitch
Don't pretend
Got bums on the dick
And they think we friends
I don't give a f*ck
If you think I offend
You one percent bitch
Let me vent
Quarantine
Got no breaks
Too much time
Gotta hit the crates
Stir the pot
Got no dates
Striped like Tony
They say I'm great
I'm in the mix
Make em' jump like kriss
You ain't on my level
I might just diss
Almost famous
When Im gone they miss
My Dm's blow
Like a bitches Kiss
Who Run the Game
Too much drip
Stay clogging drains
Want the fame
Don't f*ck with lames
I'm lit like a Tit
So f*ck shade
Rocks on piles
Need a Ice tray
My dick go in
A bitch Koo-Laid
Want the sauce its homemade
Cost extra like Chipotle
Here I go here I go
Here I go 4 moe
Pulled over on trop for dro
Stopped in the middle
Shit was wrecked in four
Pig took the blunt
I had to roll
Hit the cosmo
Even up the score
Got the bad girls
Heating up the floor
Shake so much
They say they sore
Turnt by the bar and the liquor pour
Drank in my cup
Get lit like Thor
I'll make u famous
If u want some more
Clowns stalk
Like I was a whore
Broke thots hit me up
I just hit ignore
Lookin at wyte
He got some nerve
Been around the world
Got hoes reserved
Lit like I'm cursed
The dub don't stop
Any L I swerve
Who Run the Game
Too much drip
Stay clogging drains
Want the fame
Don't f*ck with lames
I'm lit like a Tit
So f*ck shade
Rocks on piles
Need a Ice tray
My dick go in
A bitch Koo-Laid
Want the sauce its homemade
Cost extra like Chipotle
Culture culture tryna preserve
Phase No needle and the record turn
My seven two got a sexy curve
Fat cuts on my diet
Go head observe
I'll talk some shit
But facts I know
Wack DJs undercut the dough
Numbers drop
Club wanna fold
Got no control
Give up the roll
Your promo guys ain't got the rope
I'm the only reason this shit is dope
You wack
You pushing
Get off the snow
I quit
You closed
What a f*cking joke
Don't f*ck those ain't worth the blow
You won't get dick if u acting cold
Too many hoes on my neck like gold
I'm always up
No time zone
Who Run the Game
Too much drip
Stay clogging drains
Want the fame
Don't f*ck with lames
I'm lit like a Tit
So f*ck shade
Rocks on piles
Need a Ice tray
My dick go in
A bitch Koo-Laid
Want the sauce its homemade
Cost extra like Chipotle
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DJ Wyte - Run the Game Lyrics
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Black frames and a suit
Like Clark Kent
Slide
Bring meds
You can be my friend
My sets ain't free
Don't try to pretend
I got the swang
Don't follow trends
Eating up carbs
All the bread i can spend
I been super size since ninty tres
Blessed wit checks
Can't comprehend
But the biz f*cked
I ain't gon pretend
I stay lit
True to my scent
He buying fans
Mine cost zero cent
Push the envelope
Shake the biz
Cash me out
I'm hot shit
Act like a bitch
You fail the quiz
Support past 10
Pray I don't bend
Haters get f*cked
By the new Steve Wynn
Loose like juice
Pouring up some gin
Who Run the Game
Too much drip
Stay clogging drains
Want the fame
Don't f*ck with lames
I'm lit like a Tit
So f*ck shade
Rocks on piles
Need a Ice tray
My dick go in
A bitch Koo-Laid
Want the sauce its homemade
Cost extra like Chipotle
Got a girl like Kim
And I'm bout to swim
You couldn't be me
If you hit the gym
You tryna hit holes
But ya dick too thin
I'm deuce biggalo and my shoe size big
I took the battle bitch
Don't pretend
Got bums on the dick
And they think we friends
I don't give a f*ck
If you think I offend
You one percent bitch
Let me vent
Quarantine
Got no breaks
Too much time
Gotta hit the crates
Stir the pot
Got no dates
Striped like Tony
They say I'm great
I'm in the mix
Make em' jump like kriss
You ain't on my level
I might just diss
Almost famous
When Im gone they miss
My Dm's blow
Like a bitches Kiss
Who Run the Game
Too much drip
Stay clogging drains
Want the fame
Don't f*ck with lames
I'm lit like a Tit
So f*ck shade
Rocks on piles
Need a Ice tray
My dick go in
A bitch Koo-Laid
Want the sauce its homemade
Cost extra like Chipotle
Here I go here I go
Here I go 4 moe
Pulled over on trop for dro
Stopped in the middle
Shit was wrecked in four
Pig took the blunt
I had to roll
Hit the cosmo
Even up the score
Got the bad girls
Heating up the floor
Shake so much
They say they sore
Turnt by the bar and the liquor pour
Drank in my cup
Get lit like Thor
I'll make u famous
If u want some more
Clowns stalk
Like I was a whore
Broke thots hit me up
I just hit ignore
Lookin at wyte
He got some nerve
Been around the world
Got hoes reserved
Lit like I'm cursed
The dub don't stop
Any L I swerve
Who Run the Game
Too much drip
Stay clogging drains
Want the fame
Don't f*ck with lames
I'm lit like a Tit
So f*ck shade
Rocks on piles
Need a Ice tray
My dick go in
A bitch Koo-Laid
Want the sauce its homemade
Cost extra like Chipotle
Culture culture tryna preserve
Phase No needle and the record turn
My seven two got a sexy curve
Fat cuts on my diet
Go head observe
I'll talk some shit
But facts I know
Wack DJs undercut the dough
Numbers drop
Club wanna fold
Got no control
Give up the roll
Your promo guys ain't got the rope
I'm the only reason this shit is dope
You wack
You pushing
Get off the snow
I quit
You closed
What a f*cking joke
Don't f*ck those ain't worth the blow
You won't get dick if u acting cold
Too many hoes on my neck like gold
I'm always up
No time zone
Who Run the Game
Too much drip
Stay clogging drains
Want the fame
Don't f*ck with lames
I'm lit like a Tit
So f*ck shade
Rocks on piles
Need a Ice tray
My dick go in
A bitch Koo-Laid
Want the sauce its homemade
Cost extra like Chipotle
Like Clark Kent
Slide
Bring meds
You can be my friend
My sets ain't free
Don't try to pretend
I got the swang
Don't follow trends
Eating up carbs
All the bread i can spend
I been super size since ninty tres
Blessed wit checks
Can't comprehend
But the biz f*cked
I ain't gon pretend
I stay lit
True to my scent
He buying fans
Mine cost zero cent
Push the envelope
Shake the biz
Cash me out
I'm hot shit
Act like a bitch
You fail the quiz
Support past 10
Pray I don't bend
Haters get f*cked
By the new Steve Wynn
Loose like juice
Pouring up some gin
Who Run the Game
Too much drip
Stay clogging drains
Want the fame
Don't f*ck with lames
I'm lit like a Tit
So f*ck shade
Rocks on piles
Need a Ice tray
My dick go in
A bitch Koo-Laid
Want the sauce its homemade
Cost extra like Chipotle
Got a girl like Kim
And I'm bout to swim
You couldn't be me
If you hit the gym
You tryna hit holes
But ya dick too thin
I'm deuce biggalo and my shoe size big
I took the battle bitch
Don't pretend
Got bums on the dick
And they think we friends
I don't give a f*ck
If you think I offend
You one percent bitch
Let me vent
Quarantine
Got no breaks
Too much time
Gotta hit the crates
Stir the pot
Got no dates
Striped like Tony
They say I'm great
I'm in the mix
Make em' jump like kriss
You ain't on my level
I might just diss
Almost famous
When Im gone they miss
My Dm's blow
Like a bitches Kiss
Who Run the Game
Too much drip
Stay clogging drains
Want the fame
Don't f*ck with lames
I'm lit like a Tit
So f*ck shade
Rocks on piles
Need a Ice tray
My dick go in
A bitch Koo-Laid
Want the sauce its homemade
Cost extra like Chipotle
Here I go here I go
Here I go 4 moe
Pulled over on trop for dro
Stopped in the middle
Shit was wrecked in four
Pig took the blunt
I had to roll
Hit the cosmo
Even up the score
Got the bad girls
Heating up the floor
Shake so much
They say they sore
Turnt by the bar and the liquor pour
Drank in my cup
Get lit like Thor
I'll make u famous
If u want some more
Clowns stalk
Like I was a whore
Broke thots hit me up
I just hit ignore
Lookin at wyte
He got some nerve
Been around the world
Got hoes reserved
Lit like I'm cursed
The dub don't stop
Any L I swerve
Who Run the Game
Too much drip
Stay clogging drains
Want the fame
Don't f*ck with lames
I'm lit like a Tit
So f*ck shade
Rocks on piles
Need a Ice tray
My dick go in
A bitch Koo-Laid
Want the sauce its homemade
Cost extra like Chipotle
Culture culture tryna preserve
Phase No needle and the record turn
My seven two got a sexy curve
Fat cuts on my diet
Go head observe
I'll talk some shit
But facts I know
Wack DJs undercut the dough
Numbers drop
Club wanna fold
Got no control
Give up the roll
Your promo guys ain't got the rope
I'm the only reason this shit is dope
You wack
You pushing
Get off the snow
I quit
You closed
What a f*cking joke
Don't f*ck those ain't worth the blow
You won't get dick if u acting cold
Too many hoes on my neck like gold
I'm always up
No time zone
Who Run the Game
Too much drip
Stay clogging drains
Want the fame
Don't f*ck with lames
I'm lit like a Tit
So f*ck shade
Rocks on piles
Need a Ice tray
My dick go in
A bitch Koo-Laid
Want the sauce its homemade
Cost extra like Chipotle
Writer: Jason Rodriguez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid