Riccy Runtz - HaHa (feat. BDXTTIII)

(Hey, Icon)
In the party, havin' so much fun, like
I'm thinkin' bout fuckin' with ha'
I'm tryna catch me a 5, like
Roll his ass in a blunt
You gon' tell 'em the truth?
Niggas got shot at and went to the stu'
Haha, that shit was cute
Tray Savage is dead and Tay is too
Like, why do you do what you do?
Fuckboy, he won't go with his move
Everybody look when I walk in the room
5 blicks on us, just me and my dude
Long live 10, I'ma shoot to the moon
Nigga better duck or his ass better move
Nigga know better not to step on my shoes
I play dumb when they talkin', they know I'm a fool
If I catch Kaleb, I'ma bury his ass with his grandma
Fuck the bitch, told ha', "I want head, hoe"
And after you done, you can head home
All the shit he was talkin', that's why his head gone
This hoe came with 30, I left here with 7
I be slidin' with that weapon
Like, we made a movie on Greenville Beverly
Stop the dissin'
Get out the kitchen
Like, when is you comin' outside?
G22 on me, stay on my side
K4M, I'm killin' for mine
Walk 'em down just to better the distance
Slimey nigga, I want him and his mistress
Oh, you had forgot? Ain't no forgivin'
Run down a nigga like my life depend on it
Fuck yo' big homie, I'm yo' big homie
No stylist, I still got the shit on me
He a fake gangster, he ain't on none
And he say he got money, tell 'em, "Throw some"
You know the ARP stay in the truck
Do ha' wrong, she ain't the one I want
I got ya' favorite boy in my lungs
She gettin' fucked cause I give no fuck
Fuck The Other Side, you talk out ya' butt
I talk all this shit and I'm still untouched
Nigga say he gon' kill me, it been 3 months
RR, RR, I'm Rik Runtz
Smokin' on Darwin, his ass got faced
If we ain't fuckin', don't call me bae
MurderRate, nigga, that be the gang
Out my mind, I can't be tamed
Tryna flick, I ain't here for the nonsense
Why they jackin' our shit? We gon' pop them
Like, I thought it was up when they see me?
3-3-3 hunnid shots, like Semi
Like, fuck Brooklyn and Texas
I'm tryna flick, how many am I sendin'?
Them niggas cap in they rap, do not fall for that shit cause they really be fakin' they message
I turn a threat to the Vice
Niggas threw it at bro, we threw back
And if they disisn' on Rik then they dissin' on me, with a ball, we like Kobe and Shaq
Grrah, grrah
We ain't playin' no games
Fuck Tay, nigga burnin' in flames
I know a nigga got hit on his bday
Free - Shh, we ain't sayin' no names
Like, free - Shh, we ain't sayin' who did it
If they startin' that shit, I'ma finish
She tryna go through my phone but it's not finna help, it's only gon' make ha' start trippin'
Bitch

Written by:
Brandon BDot, Rickey Dominique

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