Runtz & Perks RLSG BSmith & Rio Da Yung OG

[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 nigga 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 shit blowin'
Niggas always claim to get money, but never show it
Granddaddy died on a nigga 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 nigga, jeans a hundred dollars, but my shirt a thousand
Sleep niggas, 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 shit 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 fuck 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
Bitch, 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