[Verse 1]
Rolling up the Runtz 'til I'm sick
Take a hit (Yeah, yeah)
That bitch like my talent 'cause these niggas be my kids (Uh)
Run up with that choppa, hundred rounds inside this clip
Walk up in the function with a .30, watch him dip (Yeah)
[Break]
(It's you )
[Verse 2]
Uh, back in this bitch yet again (Yeah, yeah)
I fucked this bitch and her twin (Yeah)
[?]
It don't make no sense (Bitch)
She wan' see me win
That's my twizzy, yeah, my twin
I been stalling like I'm [dead?]
Back in [?] again (Okay, okay)
Show her who I am (Okay, okay)
Choppa make him dance (Yeah)
And I'm sippin' on my act (Yeah)
I don't care about these racks (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Everything is over
Rolling up the Runtz 'til I'm sick
Take a hit (Yeah, yeah)
That bitch like my talent 'cause these niggas be my kids (Uh)
Run up with that choppa, hundred rounds inside this clip
Walk up in the function with a .30, watch him dip (Yeah)
[Break]
(It's you )
[Verse 2]
Uh, back in this bitch yet again (Yeah, yeah)
I fucked this bitch and her twin (Yeah)
[?]
It don't make no sense (Bitch)
She wan' see me win
That's my twizzy, yeah, my twin
I been stalling like I'm [dead?]
Back in [?] again (Okay, okay)
Show her who I am (Okay, okay)
Choppa make him dance (Yeah)
And I'm sippin' on my act (Yeah)
I don't care about these racks (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Everything is over
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