8Ball, MJG - Runnin Out of Bud lyrics
[8Ball, MJG - Runnin Out of Bud lyrics]
Break it down, straight outta the ziplock
To the 'rillo ain't no secret
Every month, I'mma smoke a pillow
(M-J) G, I keeps it real potent
Green-sticky that'll keep a buffalo chokin
Come and go with me
Creep off in my Chevy thang
Doin 45, twistin somethin steady mayn
Headed to my low-key, safe-and-sound house
Call up the fellas, hit the spot
And pull a pound out
I used to have a secret spot
Up in my Range Rover
Where I kept me somethin rolled
I'mma chain smoker
No discrimination my nigga, if you broke
But they still ain't attributed to good smoke
BYOB, bring ya own bud
Contribute to the pot, or do ya own drugs
But then I looked around and noticed
All the folks was gone
I shoulda known that they would leave
When all the smoke was gone
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 left around
Nobody left around nobody left around
Nobody left around nobody left 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'
Keep a fat bag, boys know I got that choker
Part-time rap nigga, full-time weed smoker
Wake up
Before I wash the crust up out my eyes
I'm splittin a cigarillo
Fiendin for my morning high
Break that sticky down, roll it up
Let it dry
Strike my lighter, put it to the tip, then I
Inhale, and let the smoke smoke
Fill up in my lungs hold it for a second
Blow it out and get numb a drug-addict
I'm a junkie for that Marijuana
No mid-grade, or no regular
Just straight chronic
At least four hundred, for a zip
If I'mma touch it
See I'mma smoke it if I like it
I ain't got no budget
Now mama with me, wanna hit
Better take it slow seen it befo'
I'mma be gettin this bitch up off the flo'
Burn it all til' the whole bag empty
Now err'body gone, ain't nobody here but me
Yeah I smoke, and I drank
Yeah I pop, and I lean
Might see me on ML king
Burnin rubber, burnin green
Might see me, envisions with
Some pretty bitches, ballin g
Might see me, on TV
Live on stage with Ball and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy
Cruisin with a pound of purp'
This here is my personal nigga
This here is not for work
Years ago, I was broke
Couldn't smoke it, couldn't ride
Now I smoke that foreign weed
Now I push them foreign rides
Flyin in that G-4
Goin to do them foreign shows
Givin 'em my foreign clothes
Fuckin with them foreign hoes
Catch ya man at Amsterdam
Burnin grams of that kush
Purple Haze and Indica
Now I'm drinkin vinegar
Scared as hell my PO gon' pull 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 like a sattelite
I might get locked up tomorrow
But bitch, I'm gettin high tonight
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
To the 'rillo ain't no secret
Every month, I'mma smoke a pillow
(M-J) G, I keeps it real potent
Green-sticky that'll keep a buffalo chokin
Come and go with me
Creep off in my Chevy thang
Doin 45, twistin somethin steady mayn
Headed to my low-key, safe-and-sound house
Call up the fellas, hit the spot
And pull a pound out
I used to have a secret spot
Up in my Range Rover
Where I kept me somethin rolled
I'mma chain smoker
No discrimination my nigga, if you broke
But they still ain't attributed to good smoke
BYOB, bring ya own bud
Contribute to the pot, or do ya own drugs
But then I looked around and noticed
All the folks was gone
I shoulda known that they would leave
When all the smoke was gone
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 left around
Nobody left around nobody left around
Nobody left around nobody left 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'
Keep a fat bag, boys know I got that choker
Part-time rap nigga, full-time weed smoker
Wake up
Before I wash the crust up out my eyes
I'm splittin a cigarillo
Fiendin for my morning high
Break that sticky down, roll it up
Let it dry
Strike my lighter, put it to the tip, then I
Inhale, and let the smoke smoke
Fill up in my lungs hold it for a second
Blow it out and get numb a drug-addict
I'm a junkie for that Marijuana
No mid-grade, or no regular
Just straight chronic
At least four hundred, for a zip
If I'mma touch it
See I'mma smoke it if I like it
I ain't got no budget
Now mama with me, wanna hit
Better take it slow seen it befo'
I'mma be gettin this bitch up off the flo'
Burn it all til' the whole bag empty
Now err'body gone, ain't nobody here but me
Yeah I smoke, and I drank
Yeah I pop, and I lean
Might see me on ML king
Burnin rubber, burnin green
Might see me, envisions with
Some pretty bitches, ballin g
Might see me, on TV
Live on stage with Ball and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy
Cruisin with a pound of purp'
This here is my personal nigga
This here is not for work
Years ago, I was broke
Couldn't smoke it, couldn't ride
Now I smoke that foreign weed
Now I push them foreign rides
Flyin in that G-4
Goin to do them foreign shows
Givin 'em my foreign clothes
Fuckin with them foreign hoes
Catch ya man at Amsterdam
Burnin grams of that kush
Purple Haze and Indica
Now I'm drinkin vinegar
Scared as hell my PO gon' pull 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 like a sattelite
I might get locked up tomorrow
But bitch, I'm gettin high tonight
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