Bloody Runtz
Yeah
Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah)
Yeah (damn)
Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah)
Yeah
Yeah-yeah (c'mon)
Yeah (OK)
Yeah-yeah
Damn, think I'm too high (I'm too high)
I just had to hit her up, had to the tell the bitch, "Meet me outside"
Dirty money what I thumb
Dirty ass drugs what up in my cup (yeah)
Yeah, 100 pounds up in that blunt
When I hit that bitch, I be in her guts
And when I'm ridin' in that Cadillac, tell the chauffeur that I'm in a rush
Went up at the show, almost had a heart attack in the mosh pit, bloody punch (yeah)
And I'm smoking on some vamp gas, yes, I'm blowin' bloody runts
Now I'm finna Kung Fu kick when I punch (yeah)
Watch me come through in this ho, stunt
Yeah, all the bitches gettin' piped (damn)
Talkin' 'bout all the hoes gettin' fucked
Damn, makin' that bitch a wife
Man, you better off gettin' cucked
Yeah, the hoes 'round me they all trife (trife)
So I blow money on this ice (yeah)
I heard yo' man's goin' broke, better pick him up, put him in some rice
Bitch, I'm at the party doing coke with the pretty model hoes on the side
Yeah, and I got my fuckin' stick, keep that ho tucked right up on my side
Yeah, keep it right up on my gut, but it's just a warning 'case they wanna try
'Cause I don't wanna go to war, we been there before
Fuckin' on these pretty ass model whores
And we done carried the story
Yeah, fuck it, now we buyin' out stores (damn)
On the bus, bitch, I'm on real tour (yeah)
And my Christian Lou bloody, gore (yeah)
Got money, need a little more (yeah)
But now I'm cool (I'm cool)
Get fly that's just what I do (that's what I do)
Fuck hoes, yeah, that's what I do (that's what I do)
Rock shows, yeah, that's what I do (that's what I do)
Cool clothes, they be coming through
Yeah, my closet out the fuckin' roof
All red on me like I'm Boat (so woke)
Uzi on me, I got two
Yeah, Glocky on me, what it do?
Hit his ho up, I'm like, "What up, boo?" (What up?)
Fuck the bitch, I'm like "What up? Cool" (what up?)
You a dub, I ain't in the mood
Now I got her wetter than a pool
And she mad, don't know what to do (don't know)
All this cash, don't know what to do (don't know)
Got a bag on me like it's school (yeah)
Yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah (let's go)
Yeah-yeah (goddamn)
Yeah (goddamn)
Yeah-yeah (bitch, I'on even know)
Yeah
Yeah-yeah (I'on even know)
Damn, think I'm too high (so high)
I just had to hit her up, had to the tell the bitch, "Meet me outside"
Dirty money what I thumb
Dirty ass drugs what up in my cup
Yeah, 100 pounds up in that blunt
When I hit that bitch, I be up in her guts (yeah
And when I'm ridin' in that Cadillac, tell the chauffeur that I'm in a rush
Went up at the show, almost had a heart attack in the mosh pit, bloody punch (yeah)
And I'm smoking on some vamp gas, yes, I'm blowin' bloody runts
Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah)
Yeah (damn)
Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah)
Yeah
Yeah-yeah (c'mon)
Yeah (OK)
Yeah-yeah
Damn, think I'm too high (I'm too high)
I just had to hit her up, had to the tell the bitch, "Meet me outside"
Dirty money what I thumb
Dirty ass drugs what up in my cup (yeah)
Yeah, 100 pounds up in that blunt
When I hit that bitch, I be in her guts
And when I'm ridin' in that Cadillac, tell the chauffeur that I'm in a rush
Went up at the show, almost had a heart attack in the mosh pit, bloody punch (yeah)
And I'm smoking on some vamp gas, yes, I'm blowin' bloody runts
Now I'm finna Kung Fu kick when I punch (yeah)
Watch me come through in this ho, stunt
Yeah, all the bitches gettin' piped (damn)
Talkin' 'bout all the hoes gettin' fucked
Damn, makin' that bitch a wife
Man, you better off gettin' cucked
Yeah, the hoes 'round me they all trife (trife)
So I blow money on this ice (yeah)
I heard yo' man's goin' broke, better pick him up, put him in some rice
Bitch, I'm at the party doing coke with the pretty model hoes on the side
Yeah, and I got my fuckin' stick, keep that ho tucked right up on my side
Yeah, keep it right up on my gut, but it's just a warning 'case they wanna try
'Cause I don't wanna go to war, we been there before
Fuckin' on these pretty ass model whores
And we done carried the story
Yeah, fuck it, now we buyin' out stores (damn)
On the bus, bitch, I'm on real tour (yeah)
And my Christian Lou bloody, gore (yeah)
Got money, need a little more (yeah)
But now I'm cool (I'm cool)
Get fly that's just what I do (that's what I do)
Fuck hoes, yeah, that's what I do (that's what I do)
Rock shows, yeah, that's what I do (that's what I do)
Cool clothes, they be coming through
Yeah, my closet out the fuckin' roof
All red on me like I'm Boat (so woke)
Uzi on me, I got two
Yeah, Glocky on me, what it do?
Hit his ho up, I'm like, "What up, boo?" (What up?)
Fuck the bitch, I'm like "What up? Cool" (what up?)
You a dub, I ain't in the mood
Now I got her wetter than a pool
And she mad, don't know what to do (don't know)
All this cash, don't know what to do (don't know)
Got a bag on me like it's school (yeah)
Yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah (let's go)
Yeah-yeah (goddamn)
Yeah (goddamn)
Yeah-yeah (bitch, I'on even know)
Yeah
Yeah-yeah (I'on even know)
Damn, think I'm too high (so high)
I just had to hit her up, had to the tell the bitch, "Meet me outside"
Dirty money what I thumb
Dirty ass drugs what up in my cup
Yeah, 100 pounds up in that blunt
When I hit that bitch, I be up in her guts (yeah
And when I'm ridin' in that Cadillac, tell the chauffeur that I'm in a rush
Went up at the show, almost had a heart attack in the mosh pit, bloody punch (yeah)
And I'm smoking on some vamp gas, yes, I'm blowin' bloody runts
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Writer(s): Dominic Paoletti, Francisco Djanoah
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