White Runtz lyrics

White Runtz, big exotic blunts
Balenciaga habits, buy like three pair a month
New b*tch, she a doctor, and her people rich as f*ck
[?], I ain't never give no f*ck
[?] studio, still will leave a n*gga slumped
Wanna shut a n*gga up, ask him what me make a month
I ain't never in the city, take like five trips a month
What you smoke in three sessions, I'ma put it in a blunt
Choppa put you on your back, then we put you in the trunk
I got stripes on my back, and exotic in my lungs
What the f*ck is going on, why the f*ck is y'all so broke?
I done lost my f*cking mind, spent 3K on a coat
50K out the bank, it's so neat and it's pretty
I'm in love with Wockhardt, it's so sweet and it's sticky
f*cked up the seats in my coupe, I was in there being freaky
I'ma buy a Lamborghini, drive that b*tch through my city
Try to aim for her friend, cause they both f*cking with me
They know not to hit they likes, cause they not f*cking with me
I can do a world tour, only use Visa giffies
I ain't leaving out that store with nun' less than 750
Pull up with all my choppas, we gon' let off 7.60s
Shoot a n*gga in his di*k, since he acting like a pus*y
I might get my shoes dirty, let the choppa right hook em
I got bored and spent a thousand on my motherf*cking hoodie