Runts!
Fuck 12 they gon' have to come and lock me up
I ain't going to jail, but I'm off this gas and I'm stuck
I know yo pack stale, all my niggas smoking out the runts
Imma make bail, but a nigga still finna run
Fuck 12 they gon' have to come and lock me up
I ain't going to jail, but I'm off this gas and I'm stuck
I know yo pack stale, all my niggas smokin' out the runts
Imma make bail, but a nigga still finna run
Smokin' on gas in this fuckin i8
I just copped a bin, lets see what I make today
And yo bitch give me top what the fuck is foreplay
My niggas in the Audi, but I'm finna cop the wraith
And I be on my grind like all my niggas skate
And my circle real tight cause all these niggas fake
And I'm finna take off, like I knew this shit was fate
All these niggas wanna copy me they eating off my plate
And I got a bad bitch, all she do is give me face
And I tote this Jesus piece don't let me find out where you stay
Fuck 12 they gon' have to come and lock me up
I ain't going to jail, but I'm off this gas and I'm stuck
I know yo pack stale, all my niggas smoking out the runts
Imma make bail, but a nigga still finna run
Fuck 12 they gon' have to come and lock me up
I ain't going to jail, but I'm off this gas and I'm stuck
I know yo pack stale, all my niggas smoking out the runts
Imma make bail, but a nigga still finna run
I ain't going to jail, but I'm off this gas and I'm stuck
I know yo pack stale, all my niggas smoking out the runts
Imma make bail, but a nigga still finna run
Fuck 12 they gon' have to come and lock me up
I ain't going to jail, but I'm off this gas and I'm stuck
I know yo pack stale, all my niggas smokin' out the runts
Imma make bail, but a nigga still finna run
Smokin' on gas in this fuckin i8
I just copped a bin, lets see what I make today
And yo bitch give me top what the fuck is foreplay
My niggas in the Audi, but I'm finna cop the wraith
And I be on my grind like all my niggas skate
And my circle real tight cause all these niggas fake
And I'm finna take off, like I knew this shit was fate
All these niggas wanna copy me they eating off my plate
And I got a bad bitch, all she do is give me face
And I tote this Jesus piece don't let me find out where you stay
Fuck 12 they gon' have to come and lock me up
I ain't going to jail, but I'm off this gas and I'm stuck
I know yo pack stale, all my niggas smoking out the runts
Imma make bail, but a nigga still finna run
Fuck 12 they gon' have to come and lock me up
I ain't going to jail, but I'm off this gas and I'm stuck
I know yo pack stale, all my niggas smoking out the runts
Imma make bail, but a nigga still finna run
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Writer(s): Kozy Camo
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