"8 Ounces" lyrics
Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike Lyrics
Ooh SAV killed it
What up SAV
Ain't no pape' problems
I need eight ounces
Ain't no pape' problems
Bitch
I need some Hi-tech, bring me eight ounces
I just smoked a half a bow', bitch that's eight ounces
My nigga matched a four, we drunk eight ounces
I just sold a pound of Pink Runtz for eight thousand
I need eight ounces
I just drunk eight ounces
Hit the club and throw ones all night, ain't no pape' problems
Four zips of—, I kept the chunks and sold him shake out it
Ayy, I just drunk eight Os of red
That bitch steady havin' kids, she need to close her legs
He coulda' done the time, but he told instead
Tryna' drink another four, it's time to go to bed
It's 3:00 in the morning, I drunk a four of red
This nigga Will just walked in doing the shoulder dance
Tryna find some Pink Runtz, I'll blow a band
Why you sittin' at the crib tryna' hold a gram?
You take a shot at me, you better hope it jam
I can't find no good weed, I'm 'bout to smoke myself
Just pimp slapped a bitch with a open hand
I need a pop, I'm finna pull up to the store on Welch
I need some Hi-tech, bring me eight ounces
I just smoked a half a bow', bitch that's eight ounces
My nigga matched a four, we drunk eight ounces
I just sold a pound of Pink Runtz for eight thousand
I need eight ounces
I just drunk eight ounces
Hit the club and throw ones all night, ain't no pape' problems
Four zips of—, I kept the chunks and sold him shake out it
I just a sold a nigga all shake
Then I pulled off in a rental, Arkansas plates
I only want the top, I'm talkin' all face
When you suckin' make the same sound a straw make
She sucked the flavor out me like a Jawbreaker
Ridin' with straps, sellin' dope, I'm a law breaker
I done really made a killin' off the caucasian
What you want it hard or soft? I got all flavors
I can't find no Amiri, I'ma Balmain it
Give me a thousand dollars cash, I'ma talk crazy
I just drunk a eight of red so I'm walkin' lazy
Then I smoked a half a bowl of Runtz in all eighthies
What up SAV
Ain't no pape' problems
I need eight ounces
Ain't no pape' problems
Bitch
I need some Hi-tech, bring me eight ounces
I just smoked a half a bow', bitch that's eight ounces
My nigga matched a four, we drunk eight ounces
I just sold a pound of Pink Runtz for eight thousand
I need eight ounces
I just drunk eight ounces
Hit the club and throw ones all night, ain't no pape' problems
Four zips of—, I kept the chunks and sold him shake out it
Ayy, I just drunk eight Os of red
That bitch steady havin' kids, she need to close her legs
He coulda' done the time, but he told instead
Tryna' drink another four, it's time to go to bed
It's 3:00 in the morning, I drunk a four of red
This nigga Will just walked in doing the shoulder dance
Tryna find some Pink Runtz, I'll blow a band
Why you sittin' at the crib tryna' hold a gram?
You take a shot at me, you better hope it jam
I can't find no good weed, I'm 'bout to smoke myself
Just pimp slapped a bitch with a open hand
I need a pop, I'm finna pull up to the store on Welch
I need some Hi-tech, bring me eight ounces
I just smoked a half a bow', bitch that's eight ounces
My nigga matched a four, we drunk eight ounces
I just sold a pound of Pink Runtz for eight thousand
I need eight ounces
I just drunk eight ounces
Hit the club and throw ones all night, ain't no pape' problems
Four zips of—, I kept the chunks and sold him shake out it
I just a sold a nigga all shake
Then I pulled off in a rental, Arkansas plates
I only want the top, I'm talkin' all face
When you suckin' make the same sound a straw make
She sucked the flavor out me like a Jawbreaker
Ridin' with straps, sellin' dope, I'm a law breaker
I done really made a killin' off the caucasian
What you want it hard or soft? I got all flavors
I can't find no Amiri, I'ma Balmain it
Give me a thousand dollars cash, I'ma talk crazy
I just drunk a eight of red so I'm walkin' lazy
Then I smoked a half a bowl of Runtz in all eighthies
