Clouded Chris - VLONE Runtz Lyrics

Ayyyyy
Boy, This Shit Hard Chris!
Ouu, Clouded-Chris-In-The-Cut

My Runtz V-Lone, Always on the grind bitch I'm never really home
Nawfside nigga dream BIG like Puffy Combs
This shit sound like Detroit, I'm feeling like Big Sean
My Runtz V-Lone, Always on the grind bitch I'm never really home
Nawfside nigga dream BIG like Puffy Combs
This shit sound like Detroit, I'm feeling like Big Sean

Shoutout to Detroit, yeah What Up Doe
I'm from the Nawf, coolin' with my honchos
I'm high off Russian Cream not a fronto
All my niggas wanna Ball no Lonzo
I need my fettuccine yeah pronto
I'm bacc on the blocc like a Light Pole
Collecting money like insurance bitch I'm Geico
You need help bitch, I can be ya life coach
Move illegal, but I'm never goin federal
Born a Soulja but I'm movin' like a general
I'm ona mission baby fucc what they be tellin' you
But 'til I make it, I be serving all this medicalllll
I'm lit! Baby wanna fucc wit me, I told her come with
We can vibe, you can slide, get lost up in my mix
I ain't gotta say I'm real what you see is what you get ayyyyy

My Runtz V-Lone Always on the grind bitch I'm never really home
Nawfside nigga dream BIG like Puffy Combs (WOOO)
This shit sound like Detroit, I'm feeling like Big Sean
My Runtz V-Lone Always on the grind bitch I'm never really home
Nawfside nigga dream BIG like Puffy Combs
This shit sound like Detroit, I'm feeling like Big Sean (Ayyyy)

(Yeahhh) Boy, This Shit Hard Chris! (Ayyyy)
Ouu, Clouded-Chris-In-The-Cut
My Runtz V-Lone