Runteldat Video (MV)

All that tough talk on the internet
If you don't walk the walk, you don't get respect
Let the guns talk, go and get the TEC
Ay, why you ain't pull the trigger yet?
Trust me, you're not my biggest threat
We don't tolerate the disrespect
You know them shooters got the infrared
And we heard all the shit you said

Talkin' shit on the 'net, bitch? Say it to my face
Playing Facebook detective? Say it to my face
Oh, you making threats, bitch? Say to my face
You must have a death wish, say it to my face

Talkin' shit behind my back, bitch? Say to my face
Time to get the strap quick, say it to my face
Oh, ya homies want that static? Say to my face
Make your brody do a backflip, say it to my face

All of this snitchin', you can runteldat
All in my business, you can runteldat
Drama, good riddance, you can runteldat
Puttin' bodies in ditches, you can runteldat

All of this snitchin', you can runteldat
All in my business, you can runteldat
Drama, good riddance, you can runteldat
Puttin' bodies in ditches, you can runteldat

I'm not concerned with the fake shit
We can burn down the same bridge
I'm tryin' to make these earnings and payments
From turnin' these phrases, the world is a stage
When the curtain is raised, it's nothin'but the drama, bitch
Better run tell ya mama quick
Facebook commentin', that fake Dalai Lama shit
But you don't wanna see the llama spit
Click clack, blow out ya back without a problem, bitch
We can politic, told 'em I got the .44
No Obama shit, but they ain't wanna listen
So I brought the stick in, now I Push with Malice
When I pop the Clipse in, 'bout to get the .45
No Trump shit, separate his gourd from his spine
No Pumpkin, but I'm Smashing it
Billy Corgan, no accident, really tore in to different organs

All of this snitchin', you can runteldat
All in my business, you can runteldat
Drama, good riddance, you can runteldat
Puttin' bodies in ditches, you can runteldat

All of this snitchin', you can runteldat
All in my business, you can runteldat
Drama, good riddance, you can runteldat
Puttin' bodies in ditches, you can runteldat

Don't worry 'bout what Gerald did
You ain't 'bout that action; you actin', Errol Flynn
Stick the barrel in ya chest, you can spare some ribs
I Clothesline rappers, so I'm airing his
Dirty laundry, talkin' heads, Walking Dead
Bitch, I murder zombies and burn the bodies
I know you heard of Nati, but I prefer they call me
The Stove, 'cuz you know I got the burner on me
Online you all tough and swole
All a sudden though, you mad about a couple posts
Like you can't take a f*ckin' joke?
If you wanna hang yourself, I can cut the rope
You portray yourself as such a saint
But you're a hypocrite with the stuff you say
Behind my back, bitch, it's judgment day
The difference is I'll say it to your f*ckin' face

All that tough talk on the internet
If you don't walk the walk, you don't get respect
Let the guns talk, go and get the TEC
Ay, why you ain't pull the trigger yet?
Trust me, you're not my biggest threat
We don't tolerate the disrespect
You know them shooters got the infrared
And we heard all the shit you said

Talkin' shit on the 'net, bitch? Say it to my face
Playing Facebook detective? Say it to my face
Oh, you making threats, bitch? Say to my face
You must have a death wish, say it to my face

Talkin' shit behind my back, bitch? Say to my face
Time to get the strap quick, say it to my face
Oh, ya homies want that static? Say to my face
Make your brody do a backflip, say it to my face

All of this snitchin', you can runteldat
All in my business, you can runteldat
Drama, good riddance, you can runteldat
Puttin' bodies in ditches, you can runteldat

All of this snitchin', you can runteldat
All in my business, you can runteldat
Drama, good riddance, you can runteldat
Puttin' bodies in ditches, you can runteldat