runts - 1crusafix lyrics
[intro: crusafix]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
[verse 1: crusafix]
yeah, i’m wit my team, i’m smoking runts, huh
i don’t f*ck wit’ that b*tch, she just doing way too much, huh
i can’t feel my face, i think i’m off too many drugs, huh
i don’t know what’s wrong with me, i think i can’t have fun
every time i think about you, that sh*t make me numb
yeah, my cup is filled wit’ red and yo’ cup fill wit’ tuss
(uh) b*tch, i got some truey on me, feeling like i’m trustt
i got so much bands on me, watch us a spend rack
then i f*cking dub a b*tch and then i watch her run it back
then i fly out to the h so i can catch my ass a cap
and that p*ssy rock balenci while he still rocking the gap (while he still rocking the gap)
why the f*ck you dub me, b*tch? yeah, i never understood
yeah, i’m never sober, b*tch, i think i should smoke a wood
why the f*ck they talking sh*t? matter fact, i knew they would
i might go and f*ck yo’ b*tch, matter fact, i think i should
[chorus: crusafix]
you should check my temperature, i might cop that b*tch a purse
they like, “trin, like where the verse?” i’m like, “bro that’s twenty percs”
i’m like, “bro, that’s twenty xans,” i’m like, “bro, that’s twenty bands”
wait till i plead innocent, wit’ yo’ b*tch, we intimate
[verse 2: akkiro]
matter fact, i’ll take yo’ b*tch, i know i could
b*tch, i’m sick as f*ck, coughing up my lungs, i smoke another blunt
crushed up diamonds in my gas, i got drugs up in my bag
i can’t take you serious ’cause i know that you can’t touch no racks
got one more chance, i’ma run this sh*t back
poppin’ these tags while i’m shoppin’ at saks
hop on a jet, yeah, overseas just to show you that i really do it like that
money keep on coming, come in different ways
i can’t do no features unless i’m getting paid
thumbin’ through these hunnids, i got h*lla c*notes, i blow it, they don’t go to waste
girl you know you did me wrong, spin back, now i did you wrong
you keep coming back to me, but we both know it won’t be long
i can’t never be the one, i could never show no love
spent two racks up on this belt just to show i don’t give no f*ck
[chorus: crusafix]
you should check my temperature, i might cop that b*tch a purse
they like, “trin, like where the verse?” i’m like, “bro that’s twenty percs”
i’m like, “bro, that’s twenty xans,” i’m like, “bro, that’s twenty bands”
wait till i plead innocent, wit’ yo’ b*tch, we intimate
you should check my temperature, i might cop that b*tch a purse
they like, “trin, like where the verse?” i’m like, “bro that’s twenty percs”
i’m like, “bro, that’s twenty xans,” i’m like, “bro, that’s twenty bands”
wait till i plead innocent, wit’ yo’ b*tch, we intimate
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