White Runtz

Lyrics

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz] Nigga always talking trap, never sold no dope I was really fucked up, sold the fiend some soap Yeah, I heard you was broke, need to sell your soul Take a trip to Colorado, I'ma mail them bolls Bitch, I run into some money, that's what tip I'm on Bitch say I smell like runts, that's the weed I smoke Dawg talking 'bout them scams, guaranteed he broke I build a bitch up, fill her up with hope Hit dawg from down the street, I ain't use no scope Finna kidnap a nigga, let me use this rope She steady reaching for my dick, she done touched the pole Hit her with demon dick, I done touched her soul I've been trappin all day, I done bust a boll Lil bitch a head hunter, I done touched her throat Dawg wanna kill bro, he done fucked his ho Barber comin with this mack, I'll trim your throat Broke as hell in a party, I done lost my coat And my head been fucked up, since we lost lil bro Run around with AR's, we is not no hoes Finna chop back and forth, watch him rock and roll Man, I used to be broke, well, not no more Spent 400 on some kicks, finna buy some more Lil bitch say she hungry, bought a 4 for 4 Niggas broke around this bitch, like Derrick Rose I like a bad cute bitch, with the hair and toes Talking all that money shit, got one pare of clothes I won't go around that nigga, 'cause I heard he chose [Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd] Bitch pussy good like I hate her, but I love her I still rock Vlone, because deep down, I'm a loner She asked what I do, I say nothing Don't ask 'bout my hustle, bitch, if you ain't tryna stuff them They still show me love in Texas, like I'm Tim Duncan I still slide the fuck up a nigga function Key just me hip on how to punch all these numbers Bitches love me, 'cause I lay pipe like a plumber Bumped into an opp and plug, almost bust him Bitch got on Miss Mes please, do not touch me Got a call from Eddie, got plays St. Dusky I've been charging high for blues down in St. Dusky Keep a 40 on me, bitch, but I ain't no druggy Been a minute since I been broke, got some money Ran up a check and house shoes in the country Got caught in public with my stuffer, now my bitch don't trust me Damn, you really don't trust me Fuck it Bronem a magician with them gift cards Thank you for shopping at Walmart, make my dick hard You can run if you want to, you ain't gon' get far You a freaky nigga, eat them hoes with that discharge Woulda been broke but had the nerve to ask for a gift card So guess what? That bitch ain't get no gift card Caught my wrist on the pot, how I whip hard Bro keep getting caught, this like his fifth charge Tryna shorten me a line, almost killed dawg I up a pole, but I miss dawg Red bottoms on, bitch, I drip hard