WYD ft. BSY Rik Runtz Lyrics

(Mark it true, and I can stop for you)

(Just take the higher road, know that there's more in store)

(More you have to explore)

What's up, Framix

(So keep on, yeah)

You doin' way too much

I'm tired of playin' games

If it ain't bout no money, get the fuck up out my face

I can't nowhere without my gang

Tell that boy stay in his lane 'fore he lose his fuckin' brain

I'm gon' let it (Bang)

What you on shorty?

I need you all on my dick

I be puttin' on for the 6, I got my city lit

I count all this money, this shit get ridiculous

Here I come with that blick

Riccy Runtz, he on that silly shit

(I'm off a jiggaboo, right now)

(I'm off a jiggaboo, right now)

It's a problem, we could solve it, now

It ain't money, what we talkin' about?

I'm technical with it, I got a foul

I caught that boy outta bounds

We the ones up so we look down on 'em, down, down, down

Yeah

I see she fuckin' with me, now

Yeah

I ain't fuckin' with you, now

Mmn

You wanna do some, we can do it

She want me to fuck ha' to my music

Me and 7, we be boolin'

Run away with my heart, what you doin'?

Why the fuck you tryna play me stupid?

You must not know what you doin'

You must not know what you doin'

You must not know what you doin'

My bro Toolie got a lil tooly

She know she really a nuisance

We got them straps, like Call of Duty

Fuck talkin', come show me boobies

About that hoe, yeah her, I'm stupid

I can't leave her ass alone

I'm not leavin' you alone

I can't leave her ass alone

I'm not leavin' you alone, yeah, yeah

Yeah, I can't give 'em my drugs, nigga, they help with my health

Uh, whatever in this clip, bitch, it's gon' eat up ya' flesh

You ain't gotta sneeze, bitch, I'ma bless ya'

I got problems, I think I'm special

I got, uh - I got problems, I'm tryna go kill 'em, right now, nigga

Uh, uh, I got problems, I'm tryna go get in the car, right now

You better duck

You better have some luck

Nigga, we comin' to get you

I see you, bitch, you fucked

(Uh)

(Show me everytime)

(Show me everytime I need ha' love)

(Fuck that hoe)

(All I need is my brother, my momma and my family)

(My money)

18 year old pill popper, I guess you could call me a sinner

Big brother, he stay in the paint, he blockin' shit, I guess you could call 'em a center

Lil Juice and Tooda, them my niggas, if you play games, I come get ya'

Lil brother, he seen 'em, he tryna go split 'em, he tryna hit 'em in his liver

Yeah, I'm sippin' on Wok and it fuck with my kidneys

He a lil boy, I hit 'em with a switch

It's me and Lil Rik, we got 4 sticks

We - (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

I think I'm trippin'

I think I'm geekin', bitch

I think I'm rollin'

Bitch, I'm loaded