Runtz (Original) Curly Savv (Ft. Pop Smoke)

[Intro: Curly Savv & Pop Smoke]
(Traphouse Mob)
Uh
(Yoz, what you tellin' me?)
Hahaha, hahaha, ha
You already know what it is, man (Grrt)
Shawty a thottie (Pow), she all on my body 'cause [?]
Uh, uh, (Woo, woo) ha, ha

[Chorus: Curly Savv & Pop Smoke]
Smokin' on opps, that's Runtz (Hahaha), I'm leanin'
Pour four, turn to a demon, opp in the spot
Bro, did you seen him, uh, uh
Can't wait till I meet him, uh, uh, can't wait till I
Smokin' on opps, that's Runtz (That's runtz), I'm leanin'
Pour four, turn to a demon, opp in the spot
Bro, did you seen him, uh, uh
Can't wait till I meet him, uh, uh, can't wait till I

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
I got fifty-two shots in this Glock, bet a nigga won't let up (Woo)
XD, a nigga totin' Beretta (Red dot)
Rufflin' feathers (Don't get shot)
I leave 'em deader
I got your bitch suckin' on my treasure
I woo from the Floss, yeah, we do it better
I got the hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm a blue devil
One dead in Neiman, scannin', it's readin'
Perc' hit, I'm geekin', shit turn me to a demon (Demon)
Bad bitch named RiRi, nice, but treeshy
She want me to breed her, I'm like, "Nah, bitch, you sneaky"
I make it rain on whoever, I make it rain, that Woo weather
Nigga, I put in pain, I'm the shooter and the driver, and I rock Cartier frames
Crush the paper, fry the to', put an eighth in my spliff, roll
Get in my zone, hop in the Rolls, smokin' opps to the face (Grr)