Runtz Songtext
von Kwengface

YPB: The Archive
YPB, bah, whoosh (F12)
Kweng-Kwengface, baby
(Ayoludo) Scratch mixed it

We all know about tri-trips (brr, brr), that′s why the feds try do me for - (allow it)
The judge said, "Yuck" on my previous, huh, I'm so mischievous (mad)
When I jumped out the ride and I cheffed up -, on my life, try do him up grievous (di-di-di-di-di-di-di-dip)
I might jump on a flight to Greece with a sweet one (whoosh), do a quick de-stress

I′m a stepper whatever when I step in my hood, got my strap and my wetter (for sure)
Put duct tape on the hand ting, can't even lie, got no time for no leather (that's long)
AMG on a Merc, two-litre and the seats come leather (skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
The feds done said that I′m clever, ′cause I ain't snappin′ my daily endeavours

I ain't no number two, but I′m bringin' that heat like my name′s Endeavor
On the strip with my hand ting, leave a man plankin', tell an old friend, "Don't mess up" (don′t mess up)
Step on the strip, man′s lettin' it rip, I swear that it′s nothin' but pressure
Real trap boy (brr), come to my bando, ten racks under the dresser


Look, gettin′ nicked so much, I'm startin′ to think that my house is bugged (woof)
Been in the cell for like 24 hours, got bail and I swear on my life, I'm chuffed
Nuts, the life that I live is nuts, bro-bro still tryna turn him to runtz (bah)
Don't lack on the block you dunce, when I slapped it, can′t lie, man jump

Groupie seein′ me on stage just shellin' it (woof), now, she thinks that I′m gone clear
Spent a two-and-a-half on this beater, spent a Rack5 on my sweet one's Moncler (ayy, come ′ere)
Thick thighs, bubble butt, long hair (oi), I swear I got caught with my ex-ting, long
Huh, I shouldn't have gone there (ah, ′llow it-'low it)

Bought me a new gun (a new gun), huh, lovely (lovely), this hand ting I got it from - (whoosh)
This ting tryna say that she love me, huh, you ain't tryna hold this pumpy (no)
Ain′t gonna stop ′til my head-back's comfy, 300 racks for a tape, that′s lovely (oi)
I heard yutes tryna come to my mum's, I sleep with a ting, I′ll blow off your Humpty (bah)

I just cash me a lil' cheque, 26 racks, can′t lie, I bought me a big wap (a big)
This see-through clip holds 20, sense it and get slapped by the big bap (grr, grr, grr, grr)
You could still get done by my flick-shank, dip that, if I flip that, man wig that (di-di-dip)
Ying man down 'til there's nothin′ but blood (splash-splash), turn man to a Crip akh (splash-splash)

Look, my hoodie and kicks sejour (sejour)
If I stab from here and adjust my aim (grap), I′ll hit him from far for I'm sure (grrah-bah)
I′m fuckin' bored, now, me and Soaker doin′ up opp block tours
You might see us in a buss-down whip, but it's fuckin′ shored, this ain't beef, it's fuckin′ war