Текст песни Run MF - Burnout MacGyver , SLVG

Ima plot my lick
Add more oil go give it a kick
Straight to the strainer
Got big nugs in big containers
Who got the best smoke it's a no brainer
Throw it in the trunk then we drive down drainer
Drop on the floor we lookin to score
I might burst in your motherfuckin door like Kramer
That's how It goes
Hit up the plug and come back with the dros yeah
Stack with my bro's
Ride around town with the pack for the lows yeah
We got the best
Inhale and takin it right to the chest
Blunt on my breast
Pocket I pack it when I'm gettin dressed
With my gun on my waist
One to yo stomach and one in yo face
I'm runnin the race you comin in last
Broke and ain't got nothin up in the stash
Ima just grind till I'm covered in cash
Makin this cheddar I clock
She get as wet as a dock
Might get to the lickin, she sniffin
I'm keepin these chickens in flocks
Supplyin the blocks, slangin we ride in a drop
To fatten the purse
Now we get money and problems I feel like I'm cursed
Dead people all on my shirts
All my hero's have seen em a hearse
Feel the news you heard it here first
Come for the best leave you lookin the worst
Now we run this city
Had another hand in them bands had been all up in me
I was all up on the remy just blowin it like a stimmy
Need a buck and I was stuck in a rut i give it a jimmy now
Gotta get out
You aint ready for game go sit out
We hit out
Lungs can't handle the flame we bring out