Run the World

[Chorus] Yeah Damn, damn, damn Fuck around, and I might jugg the beehive Beyonce fans, too live Bitches think they run the world, Beyonce This bitch think I'm her fiance I’m in a foreign car, we mobile I'm on a plane, nigga, who got T-Mobile? Cooling in my city but I ain't local Shot at that fuck nigga, watch him yodle Shout out that nigga, we up now it’s [?] You can tell that I'm sick, nigga, by my vocals My nigga head got a cobra My new jeans carry a Cobra [Verse] I came up, nigga, with a plan Posted in the sun, nigga, getting a tan Buy a damn reader writer, and get them bands I feel like Beyonce, I got them fans My nigga like Tyson, he got hands Been doing this shit my whole lifespan Saw 12 on the block, you know why I ran Revenge Storms, nigga, I still rock Vans Bad bitch, man, you got a Tran' Since 9, man, I knew I was the man Spongebob, I got the power within This nigga tripping, man, his blunt too thin Rob yo ass, I don't care if you kin Rob yo ass, I don't care if I see you again Stolen credit card, what is the PIN? I remember coolin' right in the den I feel like Thug, my life So Much Fun Pour my Hi-Tech in a Capri Sun Fuck on yo bitch and I fuck up her bun Fuck bout this bitch? Man, she fucked up my blunt Took her to the mall, she want a cinnamon bun She wanted two and I only got one I'm at an ATM where you deposit your funds Ran in a bitch nigga house, think it's fun (Go, go, go) [Chorus] Fuck around, and I might jugg the beehive Beyonce fans, too live Bitches think they run the world, Beyonce This bitch think I’m her fiance I’m in a foreign car, we mobile I'm on a plane, nigga, who got T-Mobile? Cooling in my city but I ain’t local Shot at that fuck nigga, watch him yodle Go, go, go Go