Runtz
I just blew a whole bag of that rice (shout out JoJo)
That shit gas though (okay Mr. Burns)
I done hit the Runtz, that shit crazy
Yeah the whole bag, blew 180 (gone)
Now the whole gang wanna rock with me
Brought all my bad bitches on top with me
I done hit the Runtz, that shit crazy
Yeah the whole bag, blew 180 (gone)
Now the whole gang wanna rock with me
Brought all my bad bitches on top with me
I-I-I just opened up a whole bag of that Runtz
I done smoked 28 blunts before lunch
Mickey said he went and bought a bag of that good
Told me roll one up cause it's the loudest on hood
I'm the only one allowed in Disney land with loud packs
And every time I take a L you bet I bounce back
Burnsy on the beat, you know I make it sound fat
Always one take on the mic, you know I got it down pat
I can smoke a blunt, inhale right through the nose I'm proud of that
Plus I'm clever with my words, remember it came from battle rap
I'm a take 100 hundred dollars, imma wipe my ass crack
I'm a smoke away my publishing and blow my Ascap cause
I done hit the Runtz, that shit crazy
Yeah the a whole bag, blew 180 (gone)
Now the whole gang wanna rock with me
Brought all my bad bitches on top with me
I done hit the Runtz, that shit crazy
Yeah the a whole bag, blew 180 (gone)
Now the whole gang wanna rock with me
Brought all my bad bitches on top with me
I-I-I done hit a wave so big that I'm surfing
I been in the telly, smoking Runtz with your girlfriend
I been fixing blunts since the kid like a surgeon
Smoke slowly creeping out the big ass suburban
It was Grammy weekend, getting high with the Migos
Call me Dr. Burns, know everything far as the weed goes
I'm a real superstar type with the ego
Take me to the weed shop, just take a right on Pico
What's the holdup, I ain't fucking with this LA traffic
If I rode a dirt bike I would probably gas it
If I had a peace on me I would probably flash it
Only thing that's on my mind Sex, money, fashion, cause
I done hit the Runtz, that shit crazy
Yeah the whole bag, blew 180 (gone)
Now the whole gang wanna rock with me
Brought all my bad bitches on top with me
I done hit the Runtz, that shit crazy
Yeah the whole bag, blew 180 (gone)
Now the whole gang wanna rock with me
Brought all my bad bitches on top with me
That shit gas though (okay Mr. Burns)
I done hit the Runtz, that shit crazy
Yeah the whole bag, blew 180 (gone)
Now the whole gang wanna rock with me
Brought all my bad bitches on top with me
I done hit the Runtz, that shit crazy
Yeah the whole bag, blew 180 (gone)
Now the whole gang wanna rock with me
Brought all my bad bitches on top with me
I-I-I just opened up a whole bag of that Runtz
I done smoked 28 blunts before lunch
Mickey said he went and bought a bag of that good
Told me roll one up cause it's the loudest on hood
I'm the only one allowed in Disney land with loud packs
And every time I take a L you bet I bounce back
Burnsy on the beat, you know I make it sound fat
Always one take on the mic, you know I got it down pat
I can smoke a blunt, inhale right through the nose I'm proud of that
Plus I'm clever with my words, remember it came from battle rap
I'm a take 100 hundred dollars, imma wipe my ass crack
I'm a smoke away my publishing and blow my Ascap cause
I done hit the Runtz, that shit crazy
Yeah the a whole bag, blew 180 (gone)
Now the whole gang wanna rock with me
Brought all my bad bitches on top with me
I done hit the Runtz, that shit crazy
Yeah the a whole bag, blew 180 (gone)
Now the whole gang wanna rock with me
Brought all my bad bitches on top with me
I-I-I done hit a wave so big that I'm surfing
I been in the telly, smoking Runtz with your girlfriend
I been fixing blunts since the kid like a surgeon
Smoke slowly creeping out the big ass suburban
It was Grammy weekend, getting high with the Migos
Call me Dr. Burns, know everything far as the weed goes
I'm a real superstar type with the ego
Take me to the weed shop, just take a right on Pico
What's the holdup, I ain't fucking with this LA traffic
If I rode a dirt bike I would probably gas it
If I had a peace on me I would probably flash it
Only thing that's on my mind Sex, money, fashion, cause
I done hit the Runtz, that shit crazy
Yeah the whole bag, blew 180 (gone)
Now the whole gang wanna rock with me
Brought all my bad bitches on top with me
I done hit the Runtz, that shit crazy
Yeah the whole bag, blew 180 (gone)
Now the whole gang wanna rock with me
Brought all my bad bitches on top with me
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Writer(s): Mats Andersson
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