HaHa (feat. BDXTTIII)
Riccy Runtz
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(Hey, Icon) In the party, havin' so much fun, like I'm thinkin' bout fuckin' with ha' I'm tryna catch me a 5, like Roll his ass in a blunt You gon' tell 'em the truth? Niggas got shot at and went to the stu' Haha, that shit was cute Tray Savage is dead and Tay is too Like, why do you do what you do? Fuckboy, he won't go with his move Everybody look when I walk in the room 5 blicks on us, just me and my dude Long live 10, I'ma shoot to the moon Nigga better duck or his ass better move Nigga know better not to step on my shoes I play dumb when they talkin', they know I'm a fool If I catch Kaleb, I'ma bury his ass with his grandma F*ck the bitch, told ha', "I want head, hoe" And after you done, you can head home All the shit he was talkin', that's why his head gone This hoe came with 30, I left here with 7 I be slidin' with that weapon Like, we made a movie on Greenville Beverly Stop the dissin' Get out the kitchen Like, when is you comin' outside? G22 on me, stay on my side K4M, I'm killin' for mine Walk 'em down just to better the distance Slimey nigga, I want him and his mistress Oh, you had forgot? Ain't no forgivin' Run down a nigga like my life depend on it F*ck yo' big homie, I'm yo' big homie No stylist, I still got the shit on me He a fake gangster, he ain't on none And he say he got money, tell 'em, "Throw some" You know the ARP stay in the truck Do ha' wrong, she ain't the one I want I got ya' favorite boy in my lungs She gettin' fucked cause I give no f*ck F*ck The Other Side, you talk out ya' butt I talk all this shit and I'm still untouched Nigga say he gon' kill me, it been 3 months RR, RR, I'm Rik Runtz Smokin' on Darwin, his ass got faced If we ain't fuckin', don't call me bae MurderRate, nigga, that be the gang Out my mind, I can't be tamed Tryna flick, I ain't here for the nonsense Why they jackin' our shit? We gon' pop them Like, I thought it was up when they see me? 3-3-3 hunnid shots, like Semi Like, f*ck Brooklyn and Texas I'm tryna flick, how many am I sendin'? Them niggas cap in they rap, do not fall for that shit cause they really be fakin' they message I turn a threat to the Vice Niggas threw it at bro, we threw back And if they disisn' on Rik then they dissin' on me, with a ball, we like Kobe and Shaq Grrah, grrah We ain't playin' no games F*ck Tay, nigga burnin' in flames I know a nigga got hit on his bday Free - Shh, we ain't sayin' no names Like, free - Shh, we ain't sayin' who did it If they startin' that shit, I'ma finish She tryna go through my phone but it's not finna help, it's only gon' make ha' start trippin' Bitch
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Written by: Brandon BDot, Rickey Dominique
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