Free Runtz

Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on (Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard) I just woke up and poured a whole pint and put on my ice Riding 'round with a four-five, I'm rolling the dice We just got the drop on the opps, we scoping tonight I'm tryna trick off, which strip club open tonight Riding 'round in the Lamb' truck eating lamb chops The one niggas quit spinning on us, they fan stopped You don't even want to know what I did with this damn Glock I'll beat you in your head with the strap whether it jam or not Amiri jeans on, pants cost a ten of Wock' Four, four, four, he drunk a twelve before ten o'clock Yeah, I see he got the jewelry on, but he still a cop Dog said fuck the beef shit, but he still an akh We the ones dropping bodies on the Northside I just bought a gun shooting bullets bigger than a doorknob Fuck around, spent eleven hundred on a store stop Caught dog slippin' at the light, we had four chops So what you think happened to that nigga vehicle? Put so many holes in that bitch, now I can see through it Guarantee it's a homicide if we do it I'm to the point if you ain't spending pape', you can't speak to me Taking pictures with all them guns, niggas weak to me Blow them real zas, these ain't Girl Scouts, bro, we eat cookies But it's forty-five for the good shit, twenty-three for Cookies My bitch probably would cheat on me 'cause I don't eat pussy I'm a motherfuckin' Ghetto Boy Guaranteed this batch'll knock you out, Oscar De La Hoya Keep big four-nicky on me 'cause I'm paranoid Got a double cup of Wock' poured up, cost a pair of Jordans Bitch killed more people than me, she got twelve abortions Nigga, I been had a gun, I was never worried I don't know who buying dope, I had to let bro sell it for me Niggas sitting in the crib all day, must be scared of money I just bought two K's, come outside and play Before you see me broke, shit, I'll go out of town with yay Got a weed spot selling grams, do a pound a day Cap-ass nigga talking 'bout some Act', he don't know how it taste Pop a nigga, jump in a Hellcat, and fly away Stop a nigga walking in the weed store, like "What you tryna pay Fuck around and just got four racks for a pound of shake My nigga maintaining with the bag, he do an ounce a day Fucking with this rap shit, I do a dub a week Shot the K in the front yard, hit a nigga up the street All rat niggas'd be dead if it was up to me A fistfight'll get a nigga head cracked, you ain't punching me When a nigga did disrespect me, it got ugly Me and bro was riding round with two Dracs in a Bumblebee It's crazy, you niggas' big homies look up to me I know the real LB, nigga, I can get Runtz for freeh