Run It Up

I stay fucked off these herbal potencies
2 sides brudda murder botha me, bruv
I swear your not hard
Only got a boxcutter cuz u work at groceries
I got it tatted cuz the words were close to me (raaah)
I was getting heavy when the fumes blow
Puff the weed
Til I’m underneath
Like 6 feet
But I run the scene from my tomb stone
Nothing is ever what it just seems
Cuz I’m better than everyone like a weapon or a beast
On the streets puff buds, going curb to curb
I got junk in the trunk like Fergie Ferg
I feel fucked off the drugs while I swervy swerve
And me and Huskii just shot down the world in Perth
I got sold out shows and packed out arenas
I still blow smoke and packed down sativas
I snoop like dogs, I’m bad boy Khalifa
I still run bars with Queens like Latifah (raaah)
Hips still swing like Serena
Still got a pretty little thing like Selena Gomez