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