runupfreestyle - kill bunk lyrics
[freestyle]
whats up
these p*ssy boys can get f*cked up
i got ice on my wrist, call it bust*up
run that fade with yo n*gga, get touched up
4 for 4, b*tch we be on that come up
so, n*gga run up what you tryna do
i hang with them gunnas we sending shots at you wait
listen, n*gga ya swagger suspicious
get your b*tch and go down on your mistress
why is you talking boy why is you b*tchin’
this is your break wait
plenty of poppers, gon’ pop that choppa
we sell marijuana like f*ck the coppas
and i stay with that blade just in case a oppa
tryna pull up on my block like blocka blocka n*gga
run, n*gga i stay with that gun (uh)
we used to shoot it for fun, now we just shoot it for funds
ummm puns
i burnt that boy like the sun, [?]
he asked for attention but you gave him none
yeah, i needa chill, i needa relax
i need calm down before i go relapse
i pop some pills and get lit with my demons
i only have nightmares i do not be dreamin
these n*ggas actin crazy, my choppa gleamin’
f*ck it pop a bullet in your boy, he steamin
n*gga you annoyin, why the f*ck you fiening
b*tch what, my goth b*tch she like her wrist cut
and also that b*tch got a big b*tt
she says she loves me but shes a sl*t
and i don’t give a f*ck imma rip it up
[?] is in my cup, bad little b*tch and she just wanna f*ck
down with the gang, no they can’t switch up
[?]
i am not feeling you, [?] syllable k!lling you
f*ck it up, run it up, up to a mil or two
p*ssy boy had enough, now i am k!lling you, drillin you, sealin you
you done got touched, dead on the floor n*gga you just got bust
can’t f*ck with b*tches cause i lost my trust
i don’t wanna talk b*tch, i wanna f*ck
smokin this pack, and this sh*t filled with musk
whats up
these p*ssy boys can get f*cked up
i got ice on my wrist, call it bust*up
run that fade with yo n*gga, get touched up
4 for 4, b*tch we be on that come up
so, n*gga run up what you tryna do
i hang with them gunnas we sending shots at you wait
listen, n*gga ya swagger suspicious
get your b*tch and go down on your mistress
why is you talking boy why is you b*tchin’
this is your break wait
plenty of poppers, gon’ pop that choppa
we sell marijuana like f*ck the coppas
and i stay with that blade just in case a oppa
tryna pull up on my block like blocka blocka n*gga
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