[Chorus]

Yeah, I'm smokin' on this Runtz, this shit got me so damn high

Try to run up on me, we gon' send you to the sky

Don't come to me with that fuck shit, I'ma tell you bye

My young niggas really bust clips, watch them bullets fly

Yeah, I'm smokin' on this Runtz, this shit got me so damn high

I'm so high, I can't feel my face, why I get this high?

Nigga, we strapped, thirty round clip in the 'K, fifty round drum in the 9

You could get whacked, that's if you feelin' a way, my niggas doin' the time

[Verse]

He gon' die from cancer since that nigga want some smoke

Onyx pull up, shut down the whole party, ain't no joke

Deady off the Wock', nigga, I feel like I can float

Used to deadies on the block, now I'm out here, 'round the world

Useful P's, useful O's

Used to run up, niggas was froze

Keep it all up, or I'ma let go

I got a 'K in the trunk, nigga, if you don't

I'm servin' the cut, nigga, that's the road

Askin' for money, told the bitch no

I'm sippin' the purple like Spyro

Big-ass blunts like a gyro

Don't go to the front, pull up in the back

Pounds of the Runtz and the blunts in the Track'

Chops, can't see we got drums with the MAC

We was doin' good 'til we ran out of pack

Hit me a lick just so I can get back

Niggas annoying, these niggas be gnats

Do all that flashin', but that shit is cap

[Chorus]

Yeah, I'm smokin' on this Runtz, this shit got me so damn high

Try to run up on me, we gon' send you to the sky

Don't come to me with that fuck shit, I'ma tell you bye

My young niggas really bust clips, watch them bullets fly

Yeah, I'm smokin' on this Runtz, this shit got me so damn high

I'm so high, I can't feel my face, why I get this high?

Nigga, we strapped, thirty round clip in the 'K, fifty round drum in the 9

You could get whacked, that's if you feelin' a way, my niggas doin' the time