​Bloody Runtz lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah (Damn), yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah-yeah (C'mon)
Yeah (Okay), yeah-yeah

[Chorus]
Damn, think I'm too high (I'm so high)
I just had to hit her up, had to the tell the b*tch, "Meet me outside"
Dirty money what I thumb
Dirty ass drugs what up in my cup (Yeah)
Yeah, hundred pounds up in that blunt
When I hit that b*tch, I be in her guts
And when I'm ridin' in that Cadillac, tell the chauffeur that I'm in a rush
Went up at the show, almost had a heart attack in the mosh pit, bloody punch (Yeah)
And I'm smoking on some vamp gas, yes, I'm blowin' bloody Runtz

[Verse]
Now I'm finna Kung Fu kick when I punch (Yeah)
Watch mе come through in this ho, stunt (Come through in this ho, stunt)
Yeah, all thе b*tches gettin' piped (Damn)
Talkin' 'bout all the hoes gettin' f*cked (All the hoes gettin' f*cked)
Damn, makin' that b*tch a wife
Man, you better off gettin' cucked (Better off gettin' cucked)
Yeah, the hoes 'round me they all trife (Trife)
So I blow money on this ice (Yeah)
I heard yo' man's goin' broke, better pick him up, put him in some rice (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm at the party doing coke with the pretty model hoes on the side
Yeah, and I got my f*ckin' stick, keep that ho tucked right up on my side
Yeah, keep it right up on my gut, but it's just a warning in case they wanna try (In case they wanna try)
'Cause they don't wanna go to war (Someone's gonna die)
We been there before (They don't wanna die)
f*ckin' on these pretty ass model whores
And we done carried the story (We done carried the story)
Yeah, f*ck it, now we buyin' out stores (Damn)
On the bus, b*tch, I'm on real tour (Yeah)
And my Christian Lou bloody, gore (Yeah)
Got money, need a little more (Yeah)
But now I'm cool (I'm cool)
Get fly that's just what I do (That's just what I do)
f*ck hoes, yeah, that's what I do (That's what I do)
Rock shows, yeah, that's what I do (That's what I do)
Cool clothes, they be coming through (Yeah)
Yeah, my closet out the f*ckin' roof (Out the f*ckin' roof)
All red on me like I'm Boat (Solo)
Uzi on me, I got two (Two)
Yeah, Glocky on me, what it do?
Hit his ho, I'm like, "What up, boo?" (What up?)
f*ck the b*tch, I'm like "What up? Cool" (What up?)
You a dub, I ain't in the mood (Hell nah)
Now I got her wetter than a pool
And she mad, don't know what to do (Don't know)
All this cash, don't know what to do (Don't know)
Got a bag on me like it's school (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah), yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah (Let's go), yeah-yeah (Goddamn)
Yeah (Goddamn), yeah-yeah (b*tch, I'on even know)
Yeah, yeah-yeah (I'on even know)

[Chorus]
Damn, think I'm too high (I'm so high)
I just had to hit her up, had to the tell the b*tch, "Meet me outside"
Dirty money what I thumb
Dirty ass drugs what up in my cup (Yeah)
Yeah, hundred pounds up in that blunt
When I hit that b*tch, I be in her guts
And when I'm ridin' in that Cadillac, tell the chauffeur that I'm in a rush
Went up at the show, almost had a heart attack in the mosh pit, bloody punch (Yeah)
And I'm smoking on some vamp gas, yes, I'm blowin' bloody Runtz