"Obama Runtz" lyrics
(feat. Wizz Havinn)
Nigga, nigga
Yeah (Yeah)
Cut the small talk, I like cash talk
(Gentle Beatz) Yeah
Nigga
Cut the small talk, I like cash talk
Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off
I'm like Wayne Dixie, I get bags off
Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass off
I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg
I ain't taking shit back, bitch, I said what I said
I was down bad, and they left your boy for dead
She say, "Girl, that fat nigga keep a loaf of bread"
I still got powerhouses comin' through on mopeds
I'ma still run that check up like I got four legs
Give me any drug, I'ma get it off
I'ma stomp on these fuck nigga every time they piss me off
Bitch, I'm tryna score, I ain't got no time to punt
I'm fillin' up my Slapwood with Obama Runtz
Bitch, throw me the alley-oop, yeah
Bitch threw me the alley-oop
I fucked around and dunked
Hoo-hoo, drops the sledgehammer!
Come fuck with a boss, pay your rent, baby
You know I pull up fresher than a mink, baby
Your baby daddy broker than a bitch, baby
You can't see nothin' but diamonds behind these tints, baby
Cut the small talk, I like cash talk
Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off
I'm like Wayne Dixie, I get bags off
Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass off
I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg
I ain't taking shit back, bitch, I said what I said
I was down bad, and they left your boy for dead
She say, "Girl, that fat nigga keep a loaf of bread"
This real ice, I don't need a flash for this shit
For this cash, got a bad bitch that'll do a trick
Designer down, I ain't take the tag off this shit
They ask me why, 'cause, bitch, I paid a bag for this shit
I'm that type of nigga, get a rap check, go buy a brick
I'm the type of nigga, catch you hatin', I'ma slide your bitch
You with this shit or you ain't, pick which side you with
Bag still coming in, all kinda shit
Foreign car driver, pull up all kinda whips
Trap nigga fashion, put on all kinda drip
Pack do gymnastics, nigga, I'ma make it flip
All these blue hundreds on me, got 'em thinking I'm a Crip
Long live Nip, all I know is hustle
Real street nigga, got this shit up off the muscle
All this jewelry on, I ain't got no time to tussle
Lookin' like a bridge, jumping off that motherfucker
Cut the small talk, I like cash talk
Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off
I'm like Wayne Dixie, I get bags off
Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass off
I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg
I ain't taking shit back, bitch, I said what I said
I was down bad, and they left your boy for dead
She say, "Girl, that fat nigga keep a loaf of bread"
Yeah (Yeah)
Cut the small talk, I like cash talk
(Gentle Beatz) Yeah
Nigga
Cut the small talk, I like cash talk
Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off
I'm like Wayne Dixie, I get bags off
Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass off
I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg
I ain't taking shit back, bitch, I said what I said
I was down bad, and they left your boy for dead
She say, "Girl, that fat nigga keep a loaf of bread"
I still got powerhouses comin' through on mopeds
I'ma still run that check up like I got four legs
Give me any drug, I'ma get it off
I'ma stomp on these fuck nigga every time they piss me off
Bitch, I'm tryna score, I ain't got no time to punt
I'm fillin' up my Slapwood with Obama Runtz
Bitch, throw me the alley-oop, yeah
Bitch threw me the alley-oop
I fucked around and dunked
Hoo-hoo, drops the sledgehammer!
Come fuck with a boss, pay your rent, baby
You know I pull up fresher than a mink, baby
Your baby daddy broker than a bitch, baby
You can't see nothin' but diamonds behind these tints, baby
Cut the small talk, I like cash talk
Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off
I'm like Wayne Dixie, I get bags off
Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass off
I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg
I ain't taking shit back, bitch, I said what I said
I was down bad, and they left your boy for dead
She say, "Girl, that fat nigga keep a loaf of bread"
This real ice, I don't need a flash for this shit
For this cash, got a bad bitch that'll do a trick
Designer down, I ain't take the tag off this shit
They ask me why, 'cause, bitch, I paid a bag for this shit
I'm that type of nigga, get a rap check, go buy a brick
I'm the type of nigga, catch you hatin', I'ma slide your bitch
You with this shit or you ain't, pick which side you with
Bag still coming in, all kinda shit
Foreign car driver, pull up all kinda whips
Trap nigga fashion, put on all kinda drip
Pack do gymnastics, nigga, I'ma make it flip
All these blue hundreds on me, got 'em thinking I'm a Crip
Long live Nip, all I know is hustle
Real street nigga, got this shit up off the muscle
All this jewelry on, I ain't got no time to tussle
Lookin' like a bridge, jumping off that motherfucker
Cut the small talk, I like cash talk
Bae, these diamonds hittin', turn the flash off
I'm like Wayne Dixie, I get bags off
Baby got a pretty face, slim waist, ass off
I'ma get my own sack, bitch, I never had to beg
I ain't taking shit back, bitch, I said what I said
I was down bad, and they left your boy for dead
She say, "Girl, that fat nigga keep a loaf of bread"
