"Runtz" Lyrics

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 pussy, 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 pussy, 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