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MIA Runtz
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(You slayed this one)
Tryna run up me, we throwin' three's up
Choppa on me that bitch (Greenlnd) gon' sting like sea salt
I'm a big dog, like bitch, I got that rank, uh (Bitch, I got that rank, uh)
Sippin' on Wock, sippin' on Wock, that drank, uh (Sippin' on Wock, that drank, uh)
I'm too well off, got a couple racks in the safe, oh (Couple racks in the safe, uh)
So much racks that I damn near broke the bank, oh (Damn near broke the bank, oh)
Goin' too fast, I done damn near broke the Wraith (Damn near broke the Wraith, uh)
Give a couple bands to my lawyer to drop that case
I got a 7.62 on me, I'll walk it out (Woah, I'll walk it out)
Heard he be with the opps, then we can't talk it out, uh (Then we can't talk it out)
Gettin' on my nerves, bitch there ain't shit to talk about (Ain't shit to talk about)
That shit for the birds, I just hop in then we walk it out (Then we walk it out)
Countin' guap like a nerd
They just know it's money all around (All around)
Bitch, fuck what you heard, I got a pint in that bitch 'cause you know it's special (You know–)
They say I'm a MVP, so I'ma need me a lil' medal (I'ma need me a lil' medal)
I don't like to slip by the streets so, baby, no, I cannot rush you (I cannot rush you)
G19 on me, hell nah, boy, we not finna wrestle (No, no way)
Fuck around, die in a Scat, bitch, got the pedal to the metal, yeah (Pedal to the metal, yeah)
Yeah, it don't mean none
Look up to the G.O.A.T like I'ma be one
Fucked your main bitch and her friend, we had a threesome (Yeah)
Labels offerin' me deals but I don't need one
Smokin' MIA Runtz in a Jeep truck
Out in Tampa with my boys, we pourin' threes up
And my brody tote a choppa like he tryna cut some trees up
Really tryna quit the lean cup, 'fore it make me seizure
Prolly thought that he was finna beat us
'Til we started them SRTs up
New Givenchy, I don't rock Adidas
Fuckin' this bitch, she tryna meet up
All the labels fuckin' with me, now they tryna meet up
But if it ain't a million on the table, I'm kickin' my feet up
Smokin' MIA Runtz in a Jeep, we 'bout to re-up
Gettin' topped up in a Benzy by a Diva with deep cuts
And I know they talkin' down like they could easily beat us
Brand new Jeep, SRT, truck won't pull over, I speed up
Why they halfway fuckin' with me like they waitin' for me to heat up?
While I ride around in Wraiths with dirty cuts, like I can't clean up
Brody took a break from rappin', turned into a lean plug
And shorty told me that she need love, but that don't mean none