Runnin' Errands ft. JB$ki Lyrics

Floating on pluto and it might mars

I'm on pluto shit it might be mars

I'm on pluto shit it might be mars send that opp pack to the stars

She sendin me stars

Uh uh

I'm on pluto shit it might be mars, sent that opp pack top the stars

Purple runtz n honey cigars, percs and lean, xanny bars

Go repent touch one of ours, I'm battle tested I got the scars

Man, this life ain't for you squares From the bottom we took the stairs

Bottle service, holding flares, Popping bottles in the air

White lows by the pair I see you looking, I see you staring

They ain't never seen that, what the fuck is he wearing? Me and Jake, hit the same bitch, now we sharing

Fuck it, I'm not even caring Running the game like it's an errand

Don't know that nigga, he ain't ganger In the hills, threw a banger

Foreign clothes on my hangers I'm in the west in Topanga

I just been fucking on strangers Shawty been fucking on strangers

Fuck with the squad, it get dangerous Whipping with Keith in the range

Left that lil bitch in the rain, Margiela stepping in paint

Feel like I'm Franklin I'm saint, Bitches see me, wanna faint

Fuck it, we out in the bay Pull up on my nigga, Trey

In the Tesla, swerving lanes Exotics to ease the pain

Uh, I'm on pluto shit it might be mars, sent that opp pack top the stars

Purple runtz and honey cigars, percs and lean, xanny bars

Go repent touch one of ours, I'm battle tested I got the scars

Man, this life ain't for you squares From the bottom we took the stairs

Bottle service, holding flares, Popping bottles in the air

White lows by the pair I see you looking, I see you staring

They ain't never seen that, what the fuck is he wearing? Me and Jake, hit the same bitch, now we sharing

Fuck it, I'm not even caring Running the game like it's an errand

Uh, I cannot go through with that Uh, my old girl, I'm through with that

I'm done with the 10 I'm tryna numb this pain Damn, where the fuck is the 30's at? Stepping on shit like a welcome mat

I went to Jaleel, they want Urkel back Ain't shit on the field, but when it come to that bag

I be running a four.2 flat, double cup filled up with purple sap

Poured a two, then a four, tryna bring Kobe back

That shit that you did, you can't take it back

Damn, where the fuck is them 30's at?