Kwengface - Runtz Lyrics

YPB: The Archive
YPB, bop (wash)
(F12)

(Kweng, Kwengface, baby)
(Ayoludo)
(Scratch mixed it)

We all know about - trips (Brr, brr)
That's why the feds try do me for - (lowe it)
The judge said, "Yuck" on my previous
Huh, I'm so mischievous (mad)

When I jumped out the ride and I cheffed up Loose
On my life, try do him up grievous (Di-di-di-di-di-di-di-dip)
I might jump on a flight to Greece with a sweet one (whoosh)
Do a quick destress

I'm a stepper whatever when I step in my hood
Got my strap and my wetter (for sure)
Put duct tape on the hand ting
Can't even lie, got no time for no leather (that's long cuz')
AMG on a Merc, two-litre and the seats come leather (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

The feds done said that I'm clever
'Cause I ain't snappin' my daily endeavors
I ain't no number two, but I'm bringing that heat like my name's Endeavor

On the strip with my hand ting, leave a man plankin'
Tell an old friend, "Don't mess up" (don't mess up)
Step on the strip, man's lettin' it rip
I swear that it's nuttin' but pressure

Real trap boy (brr), come to my bando, ten racks under the dresser
Look, gettin' nicked so much
I'm startin' to think that my house is bugged (woof)
Been in the cell for like 24 hours

Got bail and I swear on my life, I'm chuffed
Nuts, the life that I live is nuts
Bro-bro still tryna turn him to runtz (bap)
Don't lack on the block you dunce

When I slapped it, can't lie, man jump
Groupie seein' me on stage just shellin' it (woof)
Now, she thinks that I'm gone clear
Spent a two-and-a-half on this beater

Spent a Rack5 on my sweet one's Moncler (ayy, come 'ere)
Thick thighs, bubble butt, long hair (Oi)
I swear I got caught with my ex-ting, long
Huh, I shouldn't have gone there (ah, lowe it)

Bought me a new gun (a new gun)
Huh, lovely (lovely)
This hand ting I got it from - (woosh)
This ting tryna say that she loves me, huh

You ain't tryna hold this pumpy (no)
Ain't gonna stop 'til my head-back's comfy
Three-hundred racks for a tape, that's lovely (oi)
I heard yutes tryna come to my mum's

I sleep with a ting, I'll blow off your Humpty (bap)
I just cash me a lil' cheque, twenty-six racks
Can't lie, I bought me a big wap (a big)
This see-through clip holds twenty

Sense it and get slapped by the big bap (grr, grr, grr, grr)
You could still get done by my flick-shank, dip that
If I flip that, man wig 'dat (di-di-dip)
Ying man down 'til there's nothin' but blood (splash, splash)

Turn man to a Crip akh (splash, splash)
Look, my hoodie and kicks sejour (sejour)
If I stab from here and adjust my aim (grap)

I'll hit him from far for I'm sure (bop, bop, bop, bop)
I'm fuckin' bored now me and Soaker doin' up opp block tours
You might see us in a buss-down whip, but it's fuckin' shored
This ain't beef, it's fuckin' war

(Is that Nick French?)
(Bop)