White Runtz lyrics

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
n*gga always talking trap, never sold no dope
I was really f*cked up, sold the fiend some soap
Yeah, I heard you was broke, need to sell your soul
Take a trip to Colorado, I'ma mail them bolls
b*tch, I run into some money, that's what tip I'm on
b*tch say I smell like runts, that's the weed I smoke
Dawg talking 'bout them scams, guaranteed he broke
I build a b*tch up, fill her up with hope
Hit dawg from down the street, I ain't use no scope
Finna kidnap a n*gga, let me use this rope
She steady reaching for my di*k, she done touched the pole
Hit her with demon di*k, I done touched her soul
I've been trappin all day, I done bust a boll
Lil b*tch a head hunter, I done touched her throat
Dawg wanna kill bro, he done f*cked his ho
Barber comin with this mack, I'll trim your throat
Broke as hell in a party, I done lost my coat
And my head been f*cked up, since we lost lil bro
Run around with AR's, we is not no hoes
Finna chop back and forth, watch him rock and roll
Man, I used to be broke, well, not no more
Spent 400 on some kicks, finna buy some more
Lil b*tch say she hungry, bought a 4 for 4
n*ggas broke around this b*tch, like Derrick Rose
I like a bad cute b*tch, with the hair and toes
Talking all that money sh*t, got one pare of clothes
I won’t go around that n*gga, 'cause I heard he chose
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
b*tch pus*y good like I hate her, but I love her
I still rock Vlone, because deep down, I'm a loner
She asked what I do, I say nothing
Don't ask 'bout my hustle, b*tch, if you ain't tryna stuff them
They still show me love in Texas, like I'm Tim Duncan
I still slide the f*ck up a n*gga function
Key just me hip on how to punch all these numbers
b*tches love me, 'cause I lay pipe like a plumber
Bumped into an opp and plug, almost bust him
b*tch got on [?] please, do not touch me
Got a call from Eddie got plays St. Dusky
I've been charging high for blues down in St. Dusky
Keep a 40 on me, b*tch, but I ain't no druggy
Been a minute since I been broke, got some money
Ran up a check and house shoes in the country
Got caught in public with my stuffer, now my b*tch don't trust me
Damn, you really don't trust me
f*ck it
Bronem a magician with them gift cards
Thank you for shopping at Walmart, make my di*k hard
You can run if you want to, you ain't gon' get far
You a freaky n*gga, eat them hoes with that discharge
Wouda been broke but had the nerve to ask for a gift card
So guess what? That b*tch ain't get no gift card
Caught my wrist on the pot, how I whip hard
Bro keep getting caught, this like his fifth charge
Tryna shorten me a line, almost killed dawg
I up a pole, but I miss dawg
Red bottoms on, b*tch, I drip hard