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letra de free runtz - rio da yung og

[intro]
yeah ghetto boyz sh-t n-gga, you know what the f-ck goin’ on

[verse]
i just woke up and poured a whole pint, and put on my ice
riding roud with a 4-5, i’m rolling the dice
we just got the drop on the opps, we scoping tonight
i’m trying to trick off, which strip club open tonight?
riding around in the lamb truck, eating lamb chops
them one n-ggas quit spinning on us, they fan stopped
you don’t even want to know what i did with this d-mn glock
i’ll beat you in your head with the strap, whether it jam or not
amiri jeans on, pants cost a 10 of wock
4, 4, 4, he drunk a 12 before 10 o’clock
yeah i see he got the jewelry on, but he still a cop
dog said f-ck the beef sh-t, but he still a akh
we the ones that’s dropping bodies on the north side
i just bought a gun shooting bullets bigger than a doorkn-b
f-ck around, spent 1,100 on a store stop
caught dog slippin at the light, we had 4 chops
so what you think happened to that n-gga vehicle?
put so many holes in that b-tch, 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, n-ggas weak to me
blowing real za, these ain’t girl scouts bro we eat cookies
but it’s 45 for the good sh-t, 23 for cookies
my b-tch probably would cheat on me, cus i don’t eat p-ssy
i’m a motherf-ckin ghetto boy
guaranteed this batch will knock you out, oscar de la hoya
keep big 4 nicky on me, cus i’m paranoid
got a double cup of wock poured up, cost a pair of jordans
b-tch k!lled more people than me, she got 12 abortions
n-gga 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
n-ggas sitting in the crib all day, must be scared of money
i just bought two ks, come outside and play
before you see me broke, sh-t i’ll go out of town with yay
got a weed spot selling grams, do a pound a day
cap ass n-gga talking bout some ac’, he don’t know how it taste
pop a n-gga, jump in a h-llcat and fly away
stop a n-gga walking in the weed store, like “what you trying to pay?”
f-ck around and just got 4 racks, for a pound of shake
my n-gga maintaining with the bag, he do an ounce a day
f-cking with this rap sh-t, i do a dub a week
shot the k in the front yard, hit a n-gga up the street
all rat n-ggas would be dead if it was up to me
a fistfight a get a n-gga head cracked, you ain’t punching me
when a n-gga did disrespect me, it got ugly
me and bros was riding round with 2 dracs in a bumblebee
it’s crazy, you n-ggas big homies look up to me
i know the real lb, n-gga i could get runtz for free

- rio da yung og

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