4our 5ifty 7even (feat. BSY G7)

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Riccy Runtz & Baby O

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(That's when the teacher tryna disrespect you on some stupid, like)
(Like, if you sleepin' in class)
(And they be like, "school is not a place to sleep")
(You gotta be like, "home is not a place to work for, you bitch)

Uh, me and brodie inside of the car, we spinnin', we tryna go catch a hat
I'm sellin' pounds, O's, fuckin' bows, I ain't never need no class
I'ma catch lil - Shh, right there, right there on that block, on bro, I'm ready to crash
I don't need no clique, bitch, I'm good by myself, on bro, I'm ready to flash

I feel like Michael Myers, I'm out here in the bushes with my mask on
I'm never duckin' req, if I see opps, go get my crash on
Niggas pussy, out here suckin' dick, I'm tryna get my cash on
And one thing bout me, bitch, you know I'm finna bring that bag home

Finna bring that bag home
Yo' hoe, my backbone
Nigga, f*ck that boy, I done said it in the last song

I can't go nowhere without my - Mmn
They tryna kill us and indict us
Ain't got no mask on but I still put shit down, like Michael Myers

He wanna fight, he out of luck
Knock 'em out and then put 'em up
I don't want none to do with ha', f*ck Angel, I done ran out of love

I'ma kill that boy that's dissin' my brother
He say he the shit, he get flushed
I'm puttin' dick in ha' gut, it's goin' way past ha' butt
I'm treatin' ya' favorite hoe like a slut
I got ya' favorite rapper in my lungs
Tryna see what he on but he ain't on none
RR, RR, I'm Rik Runtz
Tryna beat up ha' butt but she ain't no fun

Ridin' with this choppa, shit get bloody, uh
Momma, don't worry bout me, I been thuggin', uh
I don't care if we kin, it's f*ck my cousin(Bitch, f*ck my cousin), uh
I got that shit all in my skin, I can't be fucked with, uh

Yeah, huh, let's go

I can't be fucked with it
Nigga play games and it's up, bitch
You can't see that switch, that mean it's tucked, huh?
What? This ain't no 3.57, this 457, that bitch gon' bust

This drank ain't healthy but I'm callin' it Heaven
I stick it in ha' belly, she know it's pressure, yeah
He steady be speakin' on Dame but don't worry bout it, nigga, I'ma catch ya', yeah
You can put yo' gun down, nigga, like a muscle, yeah, I'ma flex ya', yeah
Got a opp bitch on my dick, she tryna be sexual, unt-unt

She tryna get next to me, nigga
I'm tryna get next to you, nigga, uh

Don't set me up, bitch, I ain't goin'
Got switches in this bitch and it's tucked, blowin'
She ask me what I'm doin', I'm pourin'
I'm sippin' on wok, need more
Nigga play games, we up the score
Glock 22, bitch, it's a forty
Don't play with them 47 boys, Lil Juice and Tooda, yeah, they'll kick down ya' do'
Puttin' that bitch in ha' mouth, it's all in ha' throat
Nigga, come shop, I got smoke, huh
Bitch you want a bow with 7, you gotta roll up and go, uh

Don't act stupid, bitch, you know it's smoke
BSY gang, we put tags on toes, yeah
He saw that drac, that lil bitch froze
Big 400 baby, you know how it go
Clutchin' on this big ass glock, bitch, I'm known to let it blow

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