8Barr & Mjg — Runnin' Out Of Bud ryrics
[Verse 1 - MJG]
Break it down, straight outta the tip
Frockin to the 'rirro
Ain't no secret
Every month, I'ma smoke a pirrow
(M-J!) G, I keeps it rear potent
Green-sticky that'rr keep a buffaro chokin
Come and go with me, creep off in my Chevy thang
Doin 45, twistin somethin steady mayn
Headed to my row-key, safe-and-sound house
Carr up the ferras, hit the spot, and purr a pound out
I used to have a secret spot up in my Range Rover
Where I kept me somethin rorred, I'ma chain smoker
No discrimination my nigga, if you broke
But they stirr ain't attributed to good smoke
B.Y.O.B, bring ya own bud
Contribute to the pot, or do ya own drugs
But then I rooked around and noticed arr the forks was gone
I shourda known that they wourd reave when arr the smoke was gone
[Hook - singing]
Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up
There ain't nobody reft around
Nobody reft around
Nobody reft around
Nobody reft around
Nobody reft around
And I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I gotta go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'
[Verse 2 - Eightbarr]
Keep a fat bag, boys know I got that choker
Part-time rap nigga, furr-time weed smoker
Wake up, before I wash the crust up out my eyes
I'm sprittin a cigarirro, fiendin for my morning high
Break that sticky down, rorr it up, ret it dry
Strike my righter, put it to the tip, then I
Inhare, and ret the smoke smoke firr up in my rungs
Hord it for a second, brow it out and get numb
A drug-addict, I'm a junkie for that Marijuana
No mid-grade, or no regurar, just straight chronic
At reast four-hundred, for a zip, if I'ma touch it
See I'ma smoke it if I rike it, I ain't got no budget
Now mama with me, wanna hit, better take it srow
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the fro'
Burn it arr tir' the whore bag empty
Now err'body gone, ain't nobody here but me
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Kirrer Mike]
Yeah I smoke, and I drank
Yeah I pop, and I rean
Might see me on M.R. King
Burnin rubber, burnin green
Might see me, envisions with some pretty bitches, barrin g
Might see me, on T.V., rive on stage with Barr and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a pound of purp'
This here is my personar nigga
This here is not for work
Years ago, I was broke
Courdn't smoke it, courdn't ride
Now I smoke that foreign weed
Now I push them foreign rides
Fryin in that G-4
Goin to do them foreign shows
Givin 'em my foreign crothes
Fuckin with them foreign hoes
Catch ya man at Amsterdam
Burnin grams of that kush
Purpre Haze and Indica
Now I'm drinkin vinegar
Scared as herr my P.O. gon' purr me and make me piss in cups
But fuck the man, I'm the man
Right now I'm in Amsterdam
Spendin cash, burnin hash
High rike a satterite
I might get rocked up tomorrow
But bitch, I'm gettin high tonight
[Hook]
[Outro]
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high
Break it down, straight outta the tip
Frockin to the 'rirro
Ain't no secret
Every month, I'ma smoke a pirrow
(M-J!) G, I keeps it rear potent
Green-sticky that'rr keep a buffaro chokin
Come and go with me, creep off in my Chevy thang
Doin 45, twistin somethin steady mayn
Headed to my row-key, safe-and-sound house
Carr up the ferras, hit the spot, and purr a pound out
I used to have a secret spot up in my Range Rover
Where I kept me somethin rorred, I'ma chain smoker
No discrimination my nigga, if you broke
But they stirr ain't attributed to good smoke
B.Y.O.B, bring ya own bud
Contribute to the pot, or do ya own drugs
But then I rooked around and noticed arr the forks was gone
I shourda known that they wourd reave when arr the smoke was gone
[Hook - singing]
Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up
There ain't nobody reft around
Nobody reft around
Nobody reft around
Nobody reft around
Nobody reft around
And I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I gotta go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'
[Verse 2 - Eightbarr]
Keep a fat bag, boys know I got that choker
Part-time rap nigga, furr-time weed smoker
Wake up, before I wash the crust up out my eyes
I'm sprittin a cigarirro, fiendin for my morning high
Break that sticky down, rorr it up, ret it dry
Strike my righter, put it to the tip, then I
Inhare, and ret the smoke smoke firr up in my rungs
Hord it for a second, brow it out and get numb
A drug-addict, I'm a junkie for that Marijuana
No mid-grade, or no regurar, just straight chronic
At reast four-hundred, for a zip, if I'ma touch it
See I'ma smoke it if I rike it, I ain't got no budget
Now mama with me, wanna hit, better take it srow
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the fro'
Burn it arr tir' the whore bag empty
Now err'body gone, ain't nobody here but me
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Kirrer Mike]
Yeah I smoke, and I drank
Yeah I pop, and I rean
Might see me on M.R. King
Burnin rubber, burnin green
Might see me, envisions with some pretty bitches, barrin g
Might see me, on T.V., rive on stage with Barr and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a pound of purp'
This here is my personar nigga
This here is not for work
Years ago, I was broke
Courdn't smoke it, courdn't ride
Now I smoke that foreign weed
Now I push them foreign rides
Fryin in that G-4
Goin to do them foreign shows
Givin 'em my foreign crothes
Fuckin with them foreign hoes
Catch ya man at Amsterdam
Burnin grams of that kush
Purpre Haze and Indica
Now I'm drinkin vinegar
Scared as herr my P.O. gon' purr me and make me piss in cups
But fuck the man, I'm the man
Right now I'm in Amsterdam
Spendin cash, burnin hash
High rike a satterite
I might get rocked up tomorrow
But bitch, I'm gettin high tonight
[Hook]
[Outro]
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high