Killstreak.

Real Runna
Xhulooo you ready? Come on!
I’m on a killstreak, like Tino
Is this catchy, I don’t know, ask Mino
And I’m Childish, like Gambino
All my raps nasty call me Rico
I’m so real they should give me the check
Hop out the big body with the Tec
Keep a lil’ Glocky for your neck
And I’m steppin’ on that for the squad that I rep
Call me Phillipe the way I got Pateks
Runna Boy World, we all on deck
Hit that boy til’ he die like I’m playing Apex
He say he gon’ pull up, that’s a bet
But, nah, I ain’t done, nah, not just yet
I’ma hop out the Lambo, then hop in the jet
If I don’t got the bag, that’s what I gotta get
And I’m still big Xhu, I don’t got no regrets
Yeah, yeah, I get the guap, yea, you know that’s regular
Yeah, yeah, my music hot, check the temperature
I’ma slam the boy, ain’t talkin’ no wrestling
And if I’m the president, you is the senator
Aye, Lil’ Runna number 1, man, you already know what’s goin’ on
Man, shout-out Tian, bruh, you already know what it is, man, whole lot of that, aye!
Hold up, I gotta get it today
Hold up, I gotta get in the Wraith
Hold up, I gotta fly to the bay
Hold up, gotta go can’t stay
Hold up, I gotta get it today
Hold up, I gotta get in the Wraith
Hold up, I gotta fly to the bay
Hold up, gotta go can’t stay