Ain't have shit, got plenty of shit of now
I'll slap ya, bitch, like Will did Chris Rock
Nigga a bitch, he got hit with a flipflop
I make em diddy bop, I make em give it up
I keep my gun in my hand when I'm hitting her
I want that money, I do not got enough
Talking down on my name cause they see that I'm coming up
(Aye, easy)
I pop a xan, or two when I'm f*cking her
I told her lil brother, "I really love her"
Fell in love with the high, it turned to a habit
I don't want no smoke, bitch, don't match me
Niggas be mad, clout chasing faggots
We could link up, just gimme a addy
I love pussy, I'ma pussy addict
Wonder what would he do when he see us in traffic
I ain't seen none, I don't know what happened
I love them adverbs, they bout action
I don't want talk, go talk to ya daddy
I'd be lying if I said I'm capping
She throw her body on me, I don't gotta tell her, "Let's f*ck," she already ready
I stand on business, I stand real heavy
Ole trifling ass hoe, you messy
I wanna get a big bag, like Messi
Murder on my mind, I feel like Melly
You want him, ain't gone lie, I'm jealous
They wouldn't believe me, how many times I tell it
I didn't want to, but I had did it
What would you do if you was in my position?
I don't like how the bitch start tripping
Ain't gone lie, I hate these bitches
We ride round with a thousand switches
Dive in that water, you dying up in it
Got off my ass, I had to go get it
They ain't f*cking with me, cause I move different
I move different
I love these big booty bitches
Don't make me mad, you needa take me serious
I love that hoe cause she scream my lyrics
I feel like Future, this shit get wicked
He talking bout money, but don't got a penny
Say that you love me, but hurt my feelings
Gimme the lo, on God, I'll bend it
We thinking bout money, they thinking bout bitches, I turned up the city, I'll do it again
Gotta stand on business for my nigga 10
I only like when she f*cking me, I only like when she putting her mouth on the D
Got a lo, get a lo, rah rah, get hit
I make these niggas wish they ain't exist
You can beef bout the hoe, you can beef bout the bitch, he need that hoe, I don't need that bitch
I be going in
Packing yo clothes, where you going? We posed to be hear till the morning
Baby so pressure, on God, I folded
I'm at yo door, kick it down with the 4 gen
Them niggas is hoes, we know this
Oh, oh, I make that bitch call the police
You say you the shit, nigga, you gotta show me
Oh, oh, babygirl, we could bowling
We could go watch us a movie
I broke her heart, but I didn't want do it
She like, "Damn, you really f*cked me over, Riccy Runtz, you so stupid"
I gotta a mind my business, I'm boolin
Shoutout my 5, my 5 really ruthless
I just want her
RR, Rik Runtz, haha
Me and my brother take Xanax bars
We don't be f*ck with them cop cars
I drink lean, I drink Wok, but I really love that Adderall
RR, she wanna come to the top, top
I can't ride round with this bop
We on yo block and we got this shit hot
That boy gone die tryna be some he not
Bitch talk crazy, bitch, get blocked
Wassam with these f*ck boys taking my spot?
I told G7 that we really locked
I wanna hibbidy hibbidy her
I got my heart on my sleeve, and I rock that Chrome Heart
Just jumped off the porch, somebody tell that boy that he not hard
Ouu, ouu
Baby, I f*ck with ya, yeah, yeah, yeah
You want beef bout a bitch that I already had?
He act like a bitch, I thought he was a man
They can't tell me none
I'm doing my dance
I got that G22 in my pants
Come f*ck with some, I'll put you on yo ass
If I ain't thinking bout money, I'm thinking bout get back
Ain't thinking bout money, this bitch make me mad
I'm in the car, and this bitch so fast
All of this money, it ain't my fault, I can't control when my pants start sagging
I dare a nigga come try me
I really shoot like Kyrie
Thottie-ottie mommy, I just wanna touch her body
Life is a game, just like Monopoly
I don't like you, why is you calling me?
G22, I be clutching my heat
G22 burn him 3rd degree
Said he sliding, on who? He ain't sliding on me
I don't care, that bitch, she fine to me
My brother get out his body
I rather you not try me
BSY, come on the winning team
We put shit on, we put niggas up
It been 3 months, she still ain't let me f*ck
Nigga know I love putting dick in her butt
You gone spin over here? Nigga, what?
Cut off the hoe, cause she talk too much
Oh, oh
Uh, uh, oh, oh oh
We send the blitz, like down set hut
Riccy Runtz - Take Me Serious Lyrics
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Ain't have shit, got plenty of shit of now
I'll slap ya, bitch, like Will did Chris Rock
Nigga a bitch, he got hit with a flipflop
I make em diddy bop, I make em give it up
I keep my gun in my hand when I'm hitting her
I want that money, I do not got enough
Talking down on my name cause they see that I'm coming up
(Aye, easy)
I pop a xan, or two when I'm f*cking her
I told her lil brother, "I really love her"
Fell in love with the high, it turned to a habit
I don't want no smoke, bitch, don't match me
Niggas be mad, clout chasing faggots
We could link up, just gimme a addy
I love pussy, I'ma pussy addict
Wonder what would he do when he see us in traffic
I ain't seen none, I don't know what happened
I love them adverbs, they bout action
I don't want talk, go talk to ya daddy
I'd be lying if I said I'm capping
She throw her body on me, I don't gotta tell her, "Let's f*ck," she already ready
I stand on business, I stand real heavy
Ole trifling ass hoe, you messy
I wanna get a big bag, like Messi
Murder on my mind, I feel like Melly
You want him, ain't gone lie, I'm jealous
They wouldn't believe me, how many times I tell it
I didn't want to, but I had did it
What would you do if you was in my position?
I don't like how the bitch start tripping
Ain't gone lie, I hate these bitches
We ride round with a thousand switches
Dive in that water, you dying up in it
Got off my ass, I had to go get it
They ain't f*cking with me, cause I move different
I move different
I love these big booty bitches
Don't make me mad, you needa take me serious
I love that hoe cause she scream my lyrics
I feel like Future, this shit get wicked
He talking bout money, but don't got a penny
Say that you love me, but hurt my feelings
Gimme the lo, on God, I'll bend it
We thinking bout money, they thinking bout bitches, I turned up the city, I'll do it again
Gotta stand on business for my nigga 10
I only like when she f*cking me, I only like when she putting her mouth on the D
Got a lo, get a lo, rah rah, get hit
I make these niggas wish they ain't exist
You can beef bout the hoe, you can beef bout the bitch, he need that hoe, I don't need that bitch
I be going in
Packing yo clothes, where you going? We posed to be hear till the morning
Baby so pressure, on God, I folded
I'm at yo door, kick it down with the 4 gen
Them niggas is hoes, we know this
Oh, oh, I make that bitch call the police
You say you the shit, nigga, you gotta show me
Oh, oh, babygirl, we could bowling
We could go watch us a movie
I broke her heart, but I didn't want do it
She like, "Damn, you really f*cked me over, Riccy Runtz, you so stupid"
I gotta a mind my business, I'm boolin
Shoutout my 5, my 5 really ruthless
I just want her
RR, Rik Runtz, haha
Me and my brother take Xanax bars
We don't be f*ck with them cop cars
I drink lean, I drink Wok, but I really love that Adderall
RR, she wanna come to the top, top
I can't ride round with this bop
We on yo block and we got this shit hot
That boy gone die tryna be some he not
Bitch talk crazy, bitch, get blocked
Wassam with these f*ck boys taking my spot?
I told G7 that we really locked
I wanna hibbidy hibbidy her
I got my heart on my sleeve, and I rock that Chrome Heart
Just jumped off the porch, somebody tell that boy that he not hard
Ouu, ouu
Baby, I f*ck with ya, yeah, yeah, yeah
You want beef bout a bitch that I already had?
He act like a bitch, I thought he was a man
They can't tell me none
I'm doing my dance
I got that G22 in my pants
Come f*ck with some, I'll put you on yo ass
If I ain't thinking bout money, I'm thinking bout get back
Ain't thinking bout money, this bitch make me mad
I'm in the car, and this bitch so fast
All of this money, it ain't my fault, I can't control when my pants start sagging
I dare a nigga come try me
I really shoot like Kyrie
Thottie-ottie mommy, I just wanna touch her body
Life is a game, just like Monopoly
I don't like you, why is you calling me?
G22, I be clutching my heat
G22 burn him 3rd degree
Said he sliding, on who? He ain't sliding on me
I don't care, that bitch, she fine to me
My brother get out his body
I rather you not try me
BSY, come on the winning team
We put shit on, we put niggas up
It been 3 months, she still ain't let me f*ck
Nigga know I love putting dick in her butt
You gone spin over here? Nigga, what?
Cut off the hoe, cause she talk too much
Oh, oh
Uh, uh, oh, oh oh
We send the blitz, like down set hut
I'll slap ya, bitch, like Will did Chris Rock
Nigga a bitch, he got hit with a flipflop
I make em diddy bop, I make em give it up
I keep my gun in my hand when I'm hitting her
I want that money, I do not got enough
Talking down on my name cause they see that I'm coming up
(Aye, easy)
I pop a xan, or two when I'm f*cking her
I told her lil brother, "I really love her"
Fell in love with the high, it turned to a habit
I don't want no smoke, bitch, don't match me
Niggas be mad, clout chasing faggots
We could link up, just gimme a addy
I love pussy, I'ma pussy addict
Wonder what would he do when he see us in traffic
I ain't seen none, I don't know what happened
I love them adverbs, they bout action
I don't want talk, go talk to ya daddy
I'd be lying if I said I'm capping
She throw her body on me, I don't gotta tell her, "Let's f*ck," she already ready
I stand on business, I stand real heavy
Ole trifling ass hoe, you messy
I wanna get a big bag, like Messi
Murder on my mind, I feel like Melly
You want him, ain't gone lie, I'm jealous
They wouldn't believe me, how many times I tell it
I didn't want to, but I had did it
What would you do if you was in my position?
I don't like how the bitch start tripping
Ain't gone lie, I hate these bitches
We ride round with a thousand switches
Dive in that water, you dying up in it
Got off my ass, I had to go get it
They ain't f*cking with me, cause I move different
I move different
I love these big booty bitches
Don't make me mad, you needa take me serious
I love that hoe cause she scream my lyrics
I feel like Future, this shit get wicked
He talking bout money, but don't got a penny
Say that you love me, but hurt my feelings
Gimme the lo, on God, I'll bend it
We thinking bout money, they thinking bout bitches, I turned up the city, I'll do it again
Gotta stand on business for my nigga 10
I only like when she f*cking me, I only like when she putting her mouth on the D
Got a lo, get a lo, rah rah, get hit
I make these niggas wish they ain't exist
You can beef bout the hoe, you can beef bout the bitch, he need that hoe, I don't need that bitch
I be going in
Packing yo clothes, where you going? We posed to be hear till the morning
Baby so pressure, on God, I folded
I'm at yo door, kick it down with the 4 gen
Them niggas is hoes, we know this
Oh, oh, I make that bitch call the police
You say you the shit, nigga, you gotta show me
Oh, oh, babygirl, we could bowling
We could go watch us a movie
I broke her heart, but I didn't want do it
She like, "Damn, you really f*cked me over, Riccy Runtz, you so stupid"
I gotta a mind my business, I'm boolin
Shoutout my 5, my 5 really ruthless
I just want her
RR, Rik Runtz, haha
Me and my brother take Xanax bars
We don't be f*ck with them cop cars
I drink lean, I drink Wok, but I really love that Adderall
RR, she wanna come to the top, top
I can't ride round with this bop
We on yo block and we got this shit hot
That boy gone die tryna be some he not
Bitch talk crazy, bitch, get blocked
Wassam with these f*ck boys taking my spot?
I told G7 that we really locked
I wanna hibbidy hibbidy her
I got my heart on my sleeve, and I rock that Chrome Heart
Just jumped off the porch, somebody tell that boy that he not hard
Ouu, ouu
Baby, I f*ck with ya, yeah, yeah, yeah
You want beef bout a bitch that I already had?
He act like a bitch, I thought he was a man
They can't tell me none
I'm doing my dance
I got that G22 in my pants
Come f*ck with some, I'll put you on yo ass
If I ain't thinking bout money, I'm thinking bout get back
Ain't thinking bout money, this bitch make me mad
I'm in the car, and this bitch so fast
All of this money, it ain't my fault, I can't control when my pants start sagging
I dare a nigga come try me
I really shoot like Kyrie
Thottie-ottie mommy, I just wanna touch her body
Life is a game, just like Monopoly
I don't like you, why is you calling me?
G22, I be clutching my heat
G22 burn him 3rd degree
Said he sliding, on who? He ain't sliding on me
I don't care, that bitch, she fine to me
My brother get out his body
I rather you not try me
BSY, come on the winning team
We put shit on, we put niggas up
It been 3 months, she still ain't let me f*ck
Nigga know I love putting dick in her butt
You gone spin over here? Nigga, what?
Cut off the hoe, cause she talk too much
Oh, oh
Uh, uh, oh, oh oh
We send the blitz, like down set hut
Writer: Rickey Dominique
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