Pink Runtz

Girl, I promise I could change, but I'm still gon' be myself We could chill up in the house, buying clothes online Shit, I do this all the time, I'ma face it by myself Backwood, full of Medellin, No it's not for sale I'm so honest, how I'm living, tell them how I really feel I've been trying to kick it with you but you stay playing dumb Smoke a quarter pound swear this shit good for my soul You've been loyal for a while, but I know that shit changed I'ma always take the blame for you, that's what I like I'ma hop up on the song, lay down while I write you You be acting hella rude, but I really don't mind Yeah, I love her attitude, but don't have it all the time Smoking pounds at the house, in the kitchen I'm a stoner, real good girl, living wild, she a roller Got a couple friends you could bring me in too But I only want you right now, I'm a loner You already know that I feel for you That I'm real to you, that I kill for you I'ma take time, this shit too real I'ma take time, I'm too real I be flying down the 110, going 110 Got 12 on my ass, they my biggest fans One hand when I drive, cause I'm gripping on her thighs You don't gotta do nothing, you've been looking so fine Never tell them that I love them, but I swear I really love them Two hoes ain't worth one loyal baby mother Never turning on my brothers, it's the code that I live Never find another one like me, bite me Time really flying by, smoking on the hillside Backseat in a black jeep, watching cartoons Tell me that I'm wrong, you gon' miss me when I'm gone Coming home late nights, bedroom, no lights