Runtzstyle

Smoove, what, what, what
I tell my bitch all the time that it's fuck these hoes
But at the same time want to fuck these hoes, you know how it go
See I been fucking with this bitch on the low

But at the same time she was fucking him though
Boy these bitches hell
It's never your pussy, it's just your turn
Shout out my pops forever member them words huh I swear
See I be high and I be drinking and shit

Life will knock you on your ass will have you thinking and shit
I wake up, I'm on the road and fuck whoever in my way
I'ma spaz on any nigga, bout my bitch and that's okay
Bought a big ass fucking diamond, for some shit I threw away

I could be broke and still fuck on a bitch as if I was getting paid
I can't fuck her with no latex cause that shit'll turn me soft
Baby ask me can I poke her without no rubber, turn me off
See I done met a raw lil bitch think I'm feeling her

Petite and light skin, she just a friend but my head, I be drilling her
Huh, bitch, hold on, slow your roll
I'ma toxic nigga, laser on pole
In my zone, say no to drugs but I just can't seem to get the smell out my clothes

I'm paranoid, don't got a holster so my hand on my pole
Remember taking them trips back and forth to LA alone
Pull up and get the sucky, sucky, fell in love with her dome
Now my lil' chocolate bitch want me pull up after 8

She assume position, throw that ass, but never give face
Ain't that a bitch? She ain't a hoe but she my lil' hoe
Hot as hell like fire sign but nah, she a Scorpio
I'm fucking with this bitch from Illinois but she in Cali for school

I spend the night up like a kite, I'm on my way to see Drew
How you met her? On the Tinder, cooked Italian dinner
Blam her from the back and then I oop, there go my swimmers
Baby girl, you're fucking with a handsome ass sinner

I smoke Runtz pack, baby, your lungs a beginner
Draft a bitch, tell her to come over, then I send her
Wanna get drunk as fuck, she wanna fuck but I won't lick her
Had this one lil' Asian ting and oh boy, do I miss her

Hit her in the basement, hit her off the Henner
Long black hair and I can't wait to get up in her
I might hit my jig on em, might invest a bankroll

Ima' hit my jig on em, might invest a bankroll
I can shoulder lean, I don't know how to dance though



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Writer(s): Kenneth Camp
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