Clyde.

Real Runna
Xhulooo you ready? Come on!
Aye
Keepin’ the glick on me like Sito
Wrap his body up, like a burrito
I make big racks with my tío
And the money come to me like my name Magneto
You can’t see me like my name John Cena
I’ma need me a bad thang like Gina
But my name ain’t Marvin, though
Can’t stay starvin’ though
Hop out the big body Benz with the carbon, though
If you talk down on me, bust in your car window
Then after that, I’ma turn to an arsenal
Hit my lil’ dance like my name Carlton
Keep me a glick, yeah I’m armin’ though
I don’t put in work but I go outside
I remember I cried when X died
Just called big bro, told him he needs to slide
I don’t need no Bonnie, I’m cool as Clyde
You already know what it is, man
Real Runna