Runtz lyrics
by D. Savage
[Intro]
Uh, uh
Yeah (Cutta, we rich)
Grrt (Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah)
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
[Chorus]
Fifty round drum on the end of my gun
Told that lil' b*tch I'm up next, I'm the one
She shaking that ass and I'm throwing some ones
My b*tch is too fire, she hot like the sun
When you see the gang, b*tch, you better run (Ayy)
n*ggas too broke, out here looking like bums (Ayy)
I call up LB, now I'm smoking on Runtz (Ayy)
I call up LB, now I'm smoking on Runtz
[Verse 1]
Fly like a bird (Well, damn)
Sippin' on mud and I came out the dirt (Huh? Huh?)
I'ma f*ck on your b*tch 'till it hurt
Double cups, double cups, sippin' on syrup (Yeah)
Dive in that pus*y, I'm makin' her squirt (Woo)
Riding 'round town and I'm servin' that work
You can get murked, put on a shirt
Whip out blue hundreds, your b*tch tryna twerk
Jump out a bush with that K, go to work
[Bridge]
Give me [?][0:47] my homie doesn't have that money, I'm gonna owe you ten dollars
Nah, bro, no
Alright, I'm gonna owe you ten dollars
No, n*gga, no
Okay, bro, come on, bro, last day, my G
No, n*gga, watch out
Ha-ha (b*tch)
[Verse 2]
n*ggas too pus*y, not gangster enough
She love when we f*ck, how I be getting rough
Came with a hundred if you feeling tough
Walk down gang, like Pac, hit 'em up
Pull up on the one-way, I'm leavin' 'em f*cked
Swing through the hood, tell my killers "What's up?"
I just poured a deuce of Wockhardt in my cup (I just poured a deuce of Wockhardt in my cup)
Sippin' your rent
Double-back, double-back gang when I spin
Jump in my coupe, drop the top on my Benz
I call 'em brothers, I don't got no friends
I paid two thousand all blues for these pants
Bluetooth pulled up with a whole lot of bands
We got them racks, ain't no advance
You couldn't kill me if you had a chance
Jump off a plane and get racks when I land
[Chorus]
Fifty round drum on the end of my gun
Told that lil' b*tch I'm up next, I'm the one
She shaking that ass and I'm throwing some ones
My b*tch is too fire, she hot like the sun
When you see the gang, b*tch, you better run
n*ggas too broke, out here looking like bums
I call up LB, now I'm smoking on Runtz
I call up LB, now I'm— (Fly like a bird)
[Outro]
Ayy