Pink Runtz
Got a pink runtz pack filled with homegrown
Trap phone jumping man these fiends they won't leave me alone
Ion got no friends but I'm chillin in this vlone
Spent 2 bands on my maison margiela toes
Hmm walk in the mall an cash out
Got yo baby mama poppin percs with her ass out
Hit her with the nar she sniffed that blow and she passed out
Ion with the Instagram games we can crash nah
Hmm... I'm on da road wit it
Fuck a scammer rapper scammed a scammer rapper out out his money
Wat yo goal today
I told my niggas let's go get sum money
Bus a bank play an got 5 lets get 5 more
Why u loving on dat dumb bitch she a lil dirty whore
Me an Brody smashed her den we passed her in da same night
Big ol 40 pop em shoulda told em dat we don't like to fight
Don't know where at
We catch em lackin at da damn lights
Hmm. my niggas get em gone
Toss his body up we get to smackin like we playin golf
Big ol Russians sticks
We fire bomb em wit a Molotov
To much pressure for dese lil niggas dey wanna get me gone
Oooo... my package jus landed
Bitch spend more time wit dese drugs den she do her family
U ain't have to hustle all yo life u can't understand me
VPN on while I'm browsing welcome to da scamily
Shhh... who got bricks for sale
12 tie up dey wan me speak I told em go to hell
In da kitchen playin wit da brick I almost broke da scale
Pissed my runner off
I'm in da market who got pussy for sale
Trap phone jumping man these fiends they won't leave me alone
Ion got no friends but I'm chillin in this vlone
Spent 2 bands on my maison margiela toes
Hmm walk in the mall an cash out
Got yo baby mama poppin percs with her ass out
Hit her with the nar she sniffed that blow and she passed out
Ion with the Instagram games we can crash nah
Hmm... I'm on da road wit it
Fuck a scammer rapper scammed a scammer rapper out out his money
Wat yo goal today
I told my niggas let's go get sum money
Bus a bank play an got 5 lets get 5 more
Why u loving on dat dumb bitch she a lil dirty whore
Me an Brody smashed her den we passed her in da same night
Big ol 40 pop em shoulda told em dat we don't like to fight
Don't know where at
We catch em lackin at da damn lights
Hmm. my niggas get em gone
Toss his body up we get to smackin like we playin golf
Big ol Russians sticks
We fire bomb em wit a Molotov
To much pressure for dese lil niggas dey wanna get me gone
Oooo... my package jus landed
Bitch spend more time wit dese drugs den she do her family
U ain't have to hustle all yo life u can't understand me
VPN on while I'm browsing welcome to da scamily
Shhh... who got bricks for sale
12 tie up dey wan me speak I told em go to hell
In da kitchen playin wit da brick I almost broke da scale
Pissed my runner off
I'm in da market who got pussy for sale
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Writer(s): Emmanuel Onyebadi
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