DD Sosaa - Runts Lyrics

Niggas be broke bums
You know bout lil sosaa he all bout the funds
Shitting on niggas like I got the runs
Talkin that gas I need me a ton
I sit and make dough y'all sit and make fun
I'm sonning these niggas ain't even got one
Sick of the glock ima get a new gun
Got sick of the block so he claim a new one
These niggasnot thurl these niggas not riding they leeching
Better listen to me cuz lil Sosa be preaching
Giving that game whenever I'm speaking
Can't f*ck wit these goofy these niggas be tweaking

Can't f*ck wit yo bitch, ok jus for the weekend
Smoking on runts a nigga be geeking
He f*ck wit the gang and we give em a beating
Or go get me the tool u gone bring out the demon

Hit from the back she moanin and screaming
She drop to her knees and beg for the semen
After I'm done that bitch get to sleeping
If think she my bitch then she must've been dreaming
I be dripping that sauce and I got every season
Yo bitch on my dick youngin shining and gleaming
Every time they hear sosaa they bopping and leanin
You rapping that cap so ain't nobody stream it
Bae caught me cheating I'm mad that she seen it
Put dirt on my name and my hood finna clean it
Try run off on me stomp ya face in the cement
And I might do it twice give a f*ck if u bleeding
I need me the dough u don't got it steaming
I'm strapped wit a tool cuz they plotting and scheming
Lil bitch I'm devil my gang full of demons
I put out my product them crackas be fiendin
Cocky as f*ck and I got every reason
She cum on my dick then she get up and clean it
When I'm spitting these raps it be stopping my breathing
These niggas be Cappin stop wasting ya breathing
They gotta choose you know I'm getting chosen
Trapping on corners my finger was frozen
Sosa I'm up and I ball like derozon
Should work at the cleaners these nigga be foldin
Try run up on me and take what u holdin
We come thru ya block cause a f*ckin explosion
Not passin my L that how shit get to bolden
Can't f*ck yo bitch raw so I bought me a Trojan
I'm flexing on niggas I'm doing my thing
Missing my niggas free gang out the bang
Chopper Chris breezy I'm lettin it sang
Ride out for the gang and I do it again
I'm moving these pies like it's lemon meringue
They like how I'm ballin that shit on a string
That money be callin i heard the first ring
I'mma cop me a chain and make sure that it bling
Don't care if its hot and Im still toting the heater
Ya hoe on my dick and she stetching my beater
Think I want her i really don't need her
I'm all Bout my cheese I be gettin the cheedar
Oop I mean cheddar
Bitch I'm Glicked up yea I got it whenever
Can be in the tuck or up under the sweater
Nigga tweet like like a a bird he get plucked like a feather
Ain't captain save a hoe I f*ck a bitch take her right back where I met her
These niggas hella joe be wanting features they shitty I know I'm better
I got a few soldiers on frontline
They coming through making shit flatline
Eat up the beat like it's lunch time
Young nigga grind everyday like it's crunch time
When it's come to that tool ima keep mine
She thru thru the front then I hit from the behind
Bitch I'm a g that nigga a pion
He takin them L' I'm callin him Leon
These lil niggas hot cuz I'm colder than Freon
U Think u above and I'm takin it beyond
Pull up in squadas two niggas in Prada's all black, u get stuffed in the trunk of the neon