Runtz

Uh, uh, yeah (Cutta, we rich) Grrt (fah-fah-fah-fah-fah) (Murda on the beat so it's not nice) Fifty-round drum on the end of my gun Told that lil' bitch I'm up next, I'm the one She shakin' that ass and I'm throwin' some ones My bitch is too fire, she hot like the sun When you see the gang, bitch, you better run (ayy) Niggas too broke out here lookin' like bums (ayy) I call up LB, now I'm smokin' on Runtz I call up LB, now I'm smokin' on Runtz Fly like a bird (well, damn) Sippin' on mud and I came out the dirt (huh, huh) I'ma fuck on yo' bitch 'til it hurt Double cups, double cups, sippin' on syrup (yeah) Dive in that p***y, I'm makin' her squirt (woo) Ridin' round town and I'm servin' that work You can get murked, put on a shirt Whip out blue hunnids, your bitch tryna twerk Jump out a bush with that K, go to work Nah, bro, no No, nigga, no No, nigga, watch out Haha (bitch) Niggas too p***y, not gangsta enough She love when we fuck, how I be gettin' rough Came with a hunnid if you feelin' tough Walk down gang, like pocket 'em up Pull up on the one-way, I'm leavin' 'em fucked Swing through the hood, tell my killers, "What's up?" I just poured a deuce of Wockhardt in my cup (I just poured a deuce of Wockhardt in my-) Sippin' yo' rent Double-back, double-back gang when I spin Jump in my coupe, drop the top on my Benz I call 'em brothers, I don't got no friends I paid two-thousand, all blues, for these pants Bluetooth pulled up with a whole lot of bands We got them racks, ain't no advance You couldn't kill me if you had a chance Jump off a plane and get racks when I land Fifty-round drum on the end of my gun Told that lil' bitch I'm up next, I'm the one She shakin' that ass and I'm throwin' some ones My bitch is too fire, she hot like the sun When you see the gang, bitch, you better run (ayy) Niggas too broke out here lookin' like bums (ayy) I call up LB now I'm smokin' on Runtz (ayy) I call up LB now I'm- (fly like a bird) Ayy