Free Runtz lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga, you know what the f*ck goin' on
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this b*tch hard)

[Verse]
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 n*ggas 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 f*ck the beef sh*t, but he still an akh
We the ones dropping bodies on the Northside
I just bought a gun shooting bullets bigger than a doorknob
f*ck 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 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
Blow them real zas, these ain't Girl Scouts, bro, we eat cookies
But it's forty-five for the good sh*t, twenty-three for Cookies
My b*tch probably would cheat on me 'cause I don't eat pus*y
I'm a motherf*ckin' 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
b*tch killed more people than me, she got twelve 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 K's, 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 Act', he don't know how it taste
Pop a n*gga, jump in a Hellcat, and fly away
Stop a n*gga walking in the weed store, like "What you tryna pay?"
f*ck around and just got four 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'd be dead if it was up to me
A fistfight'll get a n*gga head cracked, you ain't punching me
When a n*gga did disrespect me, it got ugly
Me and bro was riding round with two Dracs in a Bumblebee
It's crazy, you n*ggas' big homies look up to me
I know the real LB, n*gga, I can get Runtz for free