Runtz & Perks lyrics

[Intro: RLSG BSmith]
RLSG
What up, Rio?
Gang
BSmith, PA Records
(Ooh, Bam)

[Verse 1: RLSG BSmith]
I want fifteen for a Perc', they ain't twelve no more
I ain't been back to Atlanta since the plug got lost
I sold a n*gga a pint unsealed and I shorted him a four
Called back the next morning geeked like, "I need some more"
Me and Rio in the booth, I got a sore tooth
We just drunk a whole pint of Morton, we 'posed to match a deuce
I cannot just pop one Perc', I gotta take two
And if you try to get my last Perc', then I'ma ho you
You ain't smokin' on no real Runtz, let me show you
I need a hundred-fifty for a quarter if I don't know you
Ridin' around, trappin' by myself, damn, I get lonely
They won't get a chance to tell on me 'cause they won't know me
Ether pack in my Backwood, this sh*t blowin'
n*ggas always claim to get money, but never show it
Granddaddy died on a n*gga and I kept goin'
Everybody goin' broke nowadays and I ain't goin'

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Hey, BSmith, how many Percs you got?
I want eleven hundred for my zips, but we can work it out
Street n*gga, jeans a hundred dollars, but my shirt a thousand
Sleep n*ggas, I don't shoot up cribs, ain't tryna hurt no houses
Yeah, I'm in a different league
What you smokin' on, Gelato? We got different weed
Blowin' Ether, man, this sh*t like forty-five a P
Real Runtz, been smokin' this for months, but I don't know LB
Yeah, the joke's up, P
How the f*ck you sellin' marijuana with no plugs on weed?
My fiend used to hit a line of coke and try to run up trees
But now I sell verses for a living, I ain't touchin' D
b*tch, I'm a rapper now
Used to sell drugs in the past, now ain't no cracker 'round
I used to drink lean, but not no more, 'cause ain't no Act' around
I used to smoke weed, but not no more, bring me a Black & Mild