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Hawaiian Runtz

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Rocaine, baby

Came in with thigh pads like I'm playing for the Lions
Boy, we seen your paperwork
I don't know why the fuck you lying
I don't deal with middle men, nigga, where is the supplier?
Hawaiian runts that ain't out, I know I'm a lil higher
Told that bitch hold on, I gotta meet up with my buyer
And his son play my music, shit shout out to Elijah
Bitch I'm tryna get these millions
I'm not thinking 'bout no title
Talk to God every night, but I can't tell you bout no bible
I got an appointment with Prada, I'ma call upon arrival
High as hell in the Lamb, how these lil scats excite you?
In the hood with my chopper
you can see if I'm gon' fight you
My niggas real grimy, I don't know if they gon' like you
Blow ten off in Sacks, I buy everything I like
I want four thousand for a verse
you can't afford the shit I write
In the hills having brunch
and this house look like a castle
Bored as hell with my money
spent five hundred on some sandals
I'ma buy the whole pint, nigga, if it's straight drop
I don't do no leg shots, you can get your head popped
I ain't need to get the work, fucking
Every time I grab some woods, I'ma need the whole box
Catch a nigga out in traffic, we gon' drop the whole top
I be really having shit, boy, you just getting by
I be competin' with myself, 'cause these niggas live a lie
These are 762's that they Charger can't Dodge
Real love for the drank, like I'm Mary J. Blige
My white bitch love me, I can't look in Kate eyes
They like who the fuck is he? How he get them mob ties?
Tied in with something different
shit'll make you close your eyes
Cause a riot in your hood, boy, you better close the blinds
She pulled up to give me head, but I told her never mind
You so motherfucking broke, it look like you never tried
R. I. P. my nigga O, swear I wish you never died
Bitch, I know that I'm the shit
I think all these bitches slick
I'm a scamming ass nigga, I be catching all the bricks
She a trifling ass bitch, she be catching all the
You can tell I'm getting money, I be looking like the shit
In the Lamborghini truck, it blow fire when you hit it
I don't know what you talking 'bout
I'm denying when I hit it
WHen a bitch fuck with me, I'ma change how she living
Boy, you always broke, where that money you be getting?

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