NO RUNTZ

I cannot go out no lacking if I'm outside better know that I'm trapping

Hit my citch for the sitch yea we maccin, hid my strips in her tits yea we racking

Fronto shoot like a pitch ain't no passing

Ain't no white on that ash why you gassed it

If a nigga want smoke tell em match it (Tell em match it)

Heard ya barrel a tato' let's mash it (Let's mash it)

From a 8th to a pound like it's math shit (Like it's math shit)

What's all this talk with no reaction?

Like what happen?

What's craccin

Call my cuz hit a lick that's a fraction