Runtz (feat. 4400dy)

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Koujas

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(Desire)
(Yeah Now You Rockin' wit' Rada)
Yeah, all my blues be crushed up
In the back, we smokin' on good runtz
I need that pack, like I'm fienin' or sum
Trey five like I'm in Phoenix or sum
Had to change my sound 'cause they stealin' that shit
Me and lil' Trapp been trappin' them zips
That 556 gon' blick yo' shit
In that CLA, windows be tinted as shit
Up in that GLE, bitch we be couped up and shit
And that Glock 43 finna stay on my hip
And I'm rockin' wit' Rada, no missin'
She be rockin' that Dior but she ain't no Christian
I'm wit' Goon smokin' za out the bowl
Bitch, I been trappin' them bowls
Light up the wood, on the stage at the show
I just fucked on his ho then I had to go ghost
Hunnid' band, hunnid' band, I do the most
44 taliban, bitch I'm a goat
Keep that tec, in my Saint Lauren coat
I don't need that bitch, she way too old
I don't need that bitch, she way too bold
I got a hunnid' band right for the show
Right for the show, uh yeah
Right for the show
Gen 5 finna beat him
I'm in LA wit' my feet up
Rockin' this Louis right down to my chest
She obsessed, too many scripts
Too many drugs, too many pints
We got sticks up in this bitch so we don't fight
She said she fallin' in love
But I told the bitch that's not right
She went left, had to go right
I'm at the top countin' cash right
My brothers bang red like stop sign
I make a play when it's night time
Rockin' all black like it's night time
He talkin' that shit, knock his lights out
We spin his block like a playground
Creep in this bitch, we in his hideout
Takin' his bitch, put that ho upside down
My twin gotta tec so he gotta foul
She givin' me neck, that bitch goin' foul
And he tried to ball but he out of bounds
Glock 19 finna stay on my hip
He wanna talk, he get put in a zip
Most of my brothers, they down to kill
He tried to run up, he tried us yeah
I hop on this beat by Rada
I pop my shit, my collar yeah
Talkin' that shit, we don't play fair
Makin' this play off of Telegram
Too many racks and these hoes stare
Louis Vuitton my coat
That bitch, she a goat with the throat
Blowin' on za out the bowl, I'm losin' control
The demons, they takin' my soul
I was down bad wit' no hope
I was down bad, was so poor
We got racks, used to sleep on the floor
Now I'm too rich, that bitch know
(Yeah Now You Rockin' Wit' Rada)
Yeah, she know for real
(Elegant music, 4400 Taliban)

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