​Runtz lyrics

[Intro]
Pvp
Yeah, yeah, yeah
—seat breakin' Runtz down
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Back to the motherf*cking money, yeah, uh
Back to the motherf*cking racks, uh
Back to the motherf*cking Runtz
Get sack like a motherf*cking lunch
And I'm sippin' straight drop, this not punch, dawg
Gettin' money, I'm not sayin' much, nah
Gettin' money, now they showin' love wow (Love)

[Verse]
(You know, we ain't never trippin' over no sh*t like that, man)
I'm not trying, b*tch, this sh*t just easy to me
They say "What's your method? Can you teach it to me?"
See, I'm touching color money like a Teletubby
When I'm with my slime n*ggas, then we taking something
They won't drop a dime, and you cannot take it from 'em
Wanna go to war, n*gga, it's gon' take some money
And your lil' b*tch so boring, can you please come take her from me?
Might mix the undercover with the Psycho Bunny
I just hopped in a foreign car, goin' a couple hundred
I roll up a dark stout with Gelato in it
I'm smoking gas that can start a car engine
I just ate sushi and it had a spider in it
I just want a bag, no, I cannot talk to you
Yeah, I'm movin' fast, sorry, I can't talk to you
You can't stand in my way 'cause I'm gonna walk through you
This Percocet fine, think I'm finna talk to it
And the world is mine when I f*cking walk through it
Took a Russian Cream and I put a shark in it
Now I'm getting high so I cannot talk to you
Yeah, I'm so geeked, yeah, I'm never coming down
Think me and the team smoke like a hundred pounds
Let's get back to the green, b*tch, I need my money now
Guess I'm stuck in the streets 'til I juug a hundred thousand
[Bridge]
In the passenger seat breakin' Runtz down
I'm havin' drip, n*gga, just like Thousand Island
I'm rockin' Prada Rada just like f*cking Chowder
I'm in the trap spot watchin' f*ckin' power
We got money comin' in like every hour
Before I f*ck that b*tch I make her take a shower
Smoking Zkittles, n*gga, I don't f*ck with Sour
Hop on that f*cking beat and then it get devoured (Yeah, get devoured)

[Chorus]
Back to the motherf*cking money, yeah, uh
Back to the motherf*cking racks, uh
Back to the motherf*cking Runtz
Get sack like a motherf*cking lunch
And I'm sippin' straight drop, this not punch, dawg
Gettin' money, I'm not sayin' much, nah
Gettin' money, now they showin' love wow (Love)