"Free Runtz" lyrics

Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)

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 niggas 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 fuck the beef shit, but he still an akh
We the ones dropping bodies on the Northside
I just bought a gun shooting bullets bigger than a doorknob
Fuck 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 nigga vehicle?
Put so many holes in that bitch, 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, niggas weak to me
Blow them real zas, these ain't Girl Scouts, bro, we eat cookies
But it's forty-five for the good shit, twenty-three for Cookies
My bitch probably would cheat on me 'cause I don't eat pussy
I'm a motherfuckin' 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
Bitch killed more people than me, she got twelve abortions
Nigga, 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
Niggas 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, shit, I'll go out of town with yay
Got a weed spot selling grams, do a pound a day
Cap-ass nigga talking 'bout some Act', he don't know how it taste
Pop a nigga, jump in a Hellcat, and fly away
Stop a nigga walking in the weed store, like "What you tryna pay?"
Fuck around and just got four racks for a pound of shake
My nigga maintaining with the bag, he do an ounce a day
Fucking with this rap shit, I do a dub a week
Shot the K in the front yard, hit a nigga up the street
All rat niggas'd be dead if it was up to me
A fistfight'll get a nigga head cracked, you ain't punching me
When a nigga did disrespect me, it got ugly
Me and bro was riding round with two Dracs in a Bumblebee
It's crazy, you niggas' big homies look up to me
I know the real LB, nigga, I can get Runtz for free