CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Runtzz
Pull out 47, I bust out the trunk
I answer my phone for the plug and he front
Put three in the bag when I'm smoking on Runtz
I drippin' the gas, put plates with face
He mad, I put him in limbo don't make it
I only want the blues, pockets is racist
Tell her now eat on the dick come taste it
Dirty, eat on the dick, come take it
Ride around in the foreign w my lady
You run up on me, send your ass right to heaven
You serve me so good yeah I ball on my necklace
Me and Warhol going crazy
Run up on me, got an .80
I be so whippin' them crazy, for real
Pop a lil one-way
Stop the week just like a Monday
Sweet like cream, no Sunday
No that boy don't want no gunplay
Jump in the trap like a bungee
Dope with some bullets, no relay
She suck on that dick with a scrunchy
We with the war like a three-day
Catch you were lackin' and lurkin'
Know you get paid on a Wednesday
Warhol pulled up with the Uzi
I just pulled up with an AK
No we don't play with no handgun
Draco, you know where I'm from
Light you ass up like a honey bun
Eat your ass up like a honey bun, for real
Sure they say friends, but niggas is enemies
Can't fuck with these niggas, I know they ain't feelin' me
The chopper gon' hit him, he had an epiphany
I fuck your lil bitch, yeah I think her name Tiffany
Run up on me boy you know an enemy
Two TECs with me they think I'm a referee
I took your hoe so she be iggin' me
High as a bitch she look just like Iggy
Hello, it's me, these hoes be diggin' me
I only want top, I don't know where that pussy be
I fuck her one time then that hoe gotta beat
Baby go home, [?] feet
And god oh she looking at me
With that car but fuck a baby daddy
Or Imma pick up the bag like a caddy
Bussin' on Percocet, mix it with Addy
Pull out 47, I bust out the trunk
I answer my phone for the plug and he front
Put three in the bag when I'm smoking on Runtz
I drippin' the gas, put plates with face
He mad, I put him in limbo don't make it
I only want the blues, pockets is racist
Tell her now eat on the dick come taste it
I answer my phone for the plug and he front
Put three in the bag when I'm smoking on Runtz
I drippin' the gas, put plates with face
He mad, I put him in limbo don't make it
I only want the blues, pockets is racist
Tell her now eat on the dick come taste it
Dirty, eat on the dick, come take it
Ride around in the foreign w my lady
You run up on me, send your ass right to heaven
You serve me so good yeah I ball on my necklace
Me and Warhol going crazy
Run up on me, got an .80
I be so whippin' them crazy, for real
Pop a lil one-way
Stop the week just like a Monday
Sweet like cream, no Sunday
No that boy don't want no gunplay
Jump in the trap like a bungee
Dope with some bullets, no relay
She suck on that dick with a scrunchy
We with the war like a three-day
Catch you were lackin' and lurkin'
Know you get paid on a Wednesday
Warhol pulled up with the Uzi
I just pulled up with an AK
No we don't play with no handgun
Draco, you know where I'm from
Light you ass up like a honey bun
Eat your ass up like a honey bun, for real
Sure they say friends, but niggas is enemies
Can't fuck with these niggas, I know they ain't feelin' me
The chopper gon' hit him, he had an epiphany
I fuck your lil bitch, yeah I think her name Tiffany
Run up on me boy you know an enemy
Two TECs with me they think I'm a referee
I took your hoe so she be iggin' me
High as a bitch she look just like Iggy
Hello, it's me, these hoes be diggin' me
I only want top, I don't know where that pussy be
I fuck her one time then that hoe gotta beat
Baby go home, [?] feet
And god oh she looking at me
With that car but fuck a baby daddy
Or Imma pick up the bag like a caddy
Bussin' on Percocet, mix it with Addy
Pull out 47, I bust out the trunk
I answer my phone for the plug and he front
Put three in the bag when I'm smoking on Runtz
I drippin' the gas, put plates with face
He mad, I put him in limbo don't make it
I only want the blues, pockets is racist
Tell her now eat on the dick come taste it
