Dumpin Runway Richy (Ft. T.I.)

[Verse 1: Runway Richy]
Kingpin come through in a demon
Black rose got these hoes drove, yeah they fiendin'
Same hoes at my shows, front rows screaming
Popping ros' in a Rolls Royce just swinging
I be in the streets both feet, yeah the deep end
My partner on parole, still got the pole creepin'
We done cross the plug so many times that we ain't speaking
On the road back and forth to Texas every weekend
Money be my weakness, these niggas be some leaches
These bitches tryna sneak in, my Perc 30 just kicked in
Glock 40 got a dickhead
These niggas ain't no gangstas
Y'all some wangstas, you been mislead
I keep this shit so gutta, just made a ten play up in chit chat
My niggas so disrespectful, don't give no fuck like "where yo bitch at?"
Poppin' it on yo bitch ass
More weight than a gym class, got these niggas big mad
More hood then a big box Chevy sitting on sixes

[Chorus: Runway Richy]
Fuck it, come through dumpin'
You done fucked up now with all that bluffing
Ay, pull up in your hood whip out them burners
Come through, flip your shit like they flip burgers
Fuck it come through dumpin'
You done fucked up now with all that bluffing
Ay, pull up in your hood whip out them burners
Come through flip your shit like they flip burgers