RUNIT! Lyrics

Bitch

Still got the drop on niggas lucky I don't shoot em up

It's still EBK nigga you know I don't give a fuck

What a nigga claiming

When I pop outside you know it's up, Bitch

You don't like me I dint give a fuck how you feel

Fuck 'round make the doctor sick cuz bitch I'm too ill

Got some loose screws I think I need a new drill

I ain't tryna chill I need a million blue bills

Nigga ain't talking bout no money, that's a mood kill

Bitch ain't talking bout fucking, that's a mood kill

Yea I got the gas I ran out of X pills

No that's not my girl but we was having sex still

I know she was fucking on the low when I was locked up

But I 'member she was giving me them jaws til they locked up

Had your baby mother on her back legs cocked up

You know I'm the shit I just might leave the toilet clogged up

Sliding in the rental early morning windows fogged up

Had to wipe myself off I was getting slobbed up

Silly nigga speaking on my name til I pop up

I still be sliding like the floor wet, don't get mopped up

Bitch

Still got the drop on niggas lucky I don't shoot em up

It's still EBK nigga you know I don't give a fuck

What a nigga claiming

When I pop outside you know it's up, Bitch

You don't like me I dint give a fuck how you feel

Fuck 'round make the doctor sick cuz bitch I'm too ill

Got some loose screws I think I need a new drill

I ain't tryna chill I need a million blue bills