"LEMON CHERRY RUNTZ" lyrics

Ayy, pour up, nigga, pass me that shit
(How you feel, Tony?)
I'm smokin' on alien animal mints
Purple Tropicana cookies, nigga
Lemon cherry gelato
Gary Payton London poundcake, nigga
Brr
Gelato (What the fu—)

Lemon cherry cookies in this blunts, stop from smokin' runtz up
I'm at Circle K, I'm sippin' mud, I double cup up
This shit every day, your shorty fucked up, she wouldn't touch us
We is not the same, you niggas not us, you'll never be us
Pass around this blunt, it's Gary Payton, got my eyes stuck
Don't worry 'bout me, nigga, you be hatin' 'til your time up
R-R-N if you tryin' to define us
Catch me in a [?] Benz and my fit is your designer
Tryna use your card, it depends, but they probably gon' decline ya
Money counter, flrrt, I got tired of the countin'
Had to quit the Perc' 10s, nigga, I got tired of the numbin'
Smoke a whole damn pound 'cause I'm tired of the onions

Shorty said she heard a lion, it's just my car startin', ha
She said, "Now you're playin'," I said, "Baby, this for real," and I let her park it, ha
Rolled up five grams, and she said she high already, but I let her spark it
Thought that was your crush, she let me hit it, but I'm finna shark it, ha
We be in the trap with the work, we got fiends linin' up like Target
Police call my phone, I'm at Neiman Marcus, ha
And she just like, she want some Louboutins, I'm but to be polite
Said she gotta keep it low, she textin' all night
I just poured another [?] up in my Sprite
[?] beat the pussy twice
Smokin' on this lemon cherry runtz while I'm sippin' ice