Riccy Runtz - Dumb

(Yeah, uh-uh)
(Yeah, uh-uh)
(Uh, uh)
(Uh, uh-uh)
(Uh, uh-uh)
(Uh, uh-uh)
(Fuck, fuck)
I'm so shitty, bitch, I stank and I ain't talkin' bout my butt
His potna need a good luck charm or he gettin' fucked
I'm ridin' round with my blicka blicka
FTOS, that be my set but I'm not trustin' niggas
500 Block, New Orleans town, bitch, we murder niggas
He say he the big dog, nobody never heard of this nigga
Every nigga round me make niggas nervous nigga
Hop out the cut, let that gen hit 'em, yeah, that gen get 'em
Nigga fuck the system
I been that lil nigga
Walkin round this bitch, I'm the one showin' his nuts
Free my brother out that cell, he ain't cop a plea or none
And my baby doin' meth, man, she high as fuck
And that bitch know I'm about her but I'm runnin' out of love
Riccy Runtz run it
(But I ain't runnin' from no nigga though)
(Got me fucked up, I'ma get 'em gone and I put that on big bro)
Nigga, you can die
(Make that lil bitch touch his toes)
(Leave 'em stanked out on that road, that's what he get for playin' bold)
I put this on five, nigga
My faith in Allah, nigga
Put yo' life on the line, nigga
Homicides, homicides, nigga
I won't let no nigga try a nigga, that's how you go ghost
I be outside with them slime niggas and they all do the most
I couldn't put trust in that bitch, my mindset like "fuck a hoe"
Either I'm dyin' or you dyin', we gon' see how this shit go
Bitch, I'm outside and you outside, who gon' see who first?
We be all fuckin' yo' thot bitch, takin' turns, takin' turns, dumb

Written by:
Rickey Dominique

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