Product

Runnin' low promotin' the new product, gotta get it gone
Hit my phone about some money shit, it ain't nothin' wrong
Young jit, fuckin' wit them pills we might get along
I'm not even from out here, on me you ain't got nothin' on

So let a perk dissolve inside my system
With or without one, not too blunt, not out to get him
Send in his face, hoppin fences, cause a fumble
Talk is cheap, they all police, y'know they mumble

Runnin' low promotin' the new product, imma get it gone
Hit my phone about some money shit, it ain't nothin' wrong
Young jit, fuckin' on dem pills we might get along
Found me a new thot, I got the munchies, when we done she gone



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Kendrick, Kid Fredo, Laurynas Royce
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