Runtz* lyrics

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[Intro: AWG Stanley]
Steeze, make some space, bro
Ha ha
In this b*tch too
b*tch stop callin' me
b*tch stop callin' me
With the gang

[Verse 1: AWG Stanley]
Swervin' with a bad b*tch on the east side
Smoking on that dope, came from Cali'
White b*tch she from the valley
Fat ass, and we with some b*tches
And we 'bout to get lit, we do not f*ck with snitches
Roll me up a spliff, I get higher than the Hilton
These n*ggas talkin' sh*t, I keep my weapon like a walker
I told her I'm a trapper, not a rapper but I do this
These n*ggas talkin' sh*t, I keep a .40 like I glued it
I did so many flips, I got record doin' track
But I ain't never run, I can't jump, I don't do that
I'm cooling with a foreign b*tch, we smokin' on that gas
She looking at me crazy, she ask if I'm gon pass
I told her "do not get that pack, and you not smokin' my runtz"
[Verse 2: Lil Skies]
I hit that lil bitty b*tch from the back, I break her sh*t from the front (Yeah)
I hit that ball right out the park, my n*ggas they never run (Yeah)
I came in the game balling on these n*ggas, know that I'm gon' stunt
I ain't got time for a hoe, I only got my time for my bros
And I only get paid for a show, If you got me, n*gga let me know
I ain't need no love for the fake sh*t, I ain't got no n*ggas, why you sayin this?
I came up, n*gga I changed it, my n*ggas, we lit, we made it (Oh yeah)
Pour up a cup of the Hennessy, better yet pour up a double cup
n*ggas be talkin' the dumbest stuff, I promise you n*ggas ain't done enough
Lil Skies really be runnin' up, twenty bands in my left pocket
I was never really havin' wallets, I was ballin' like I'm Ben Wallace
n*ggas hatin', yeah they gonna hate, I'm a young n*gga with plenty cake
n*ggas in they feelins' all the time, I ain't worried 'bout 'em all the time
I be puttin' in the overgrind, n*ggas know I got overshine
And I'm really prolly gettin' mine, everybody gotta take they time
n*ggas talkin', they don't never listen, all my diamonds shinin' and they glisten
VVS n*ggas always hatin', diamonds drippin' by the way I'm skatin'
n*ggas hate and it's a true debate, I don't care what they gotta say
I'ma get the bread in any way, me and Stan we gon elevate (Yeah, oh)
n*ggas they know what I mean, sip lean, I ain't sippin' on green
Double cup, that is my tea (Yeah, woah)
Lil' n*gga got smoke with me, he a lil cup of Hi-C
I'ma put his ass on a beam (Yeah, woah)
Big stick when we shoot out the window
I don't talk too much to these n*ggas, they not my friend bro
I don't talk too much to these n*ggas, they not my friend bro
I don't talk too much to these n*ggas, they not my friend bro
[Outro: Lil Skies & AWG Stanley]
Yeah, smokin' don't end tho'
Yeah, while we out tho'
Yeah, and I'm screamin' from the popo
Yeah, we ain't sellin' pack to them tho
Oh yeah, mhmm
Oh yeah, what we say? Mhmm
Oh yeah, what we say? Mhmm
Oh yeah, what we say? Mhmm
What the f*ck?
Oh yeah, what we say? Mhmm