Juice Wrld – Road Runners lyrics

[Intro]
G-Money just bought a pound of the Gushers, we've been smokin’ exotic product
G-Money just bought a pound of the Gushers, we've been smokin' exotic product
Modern-day rockstar, feel like Ozzy, honestly
G-Money just bought a pound of the Gushers, we’ve been smokin', yeah

[Chorus]
G-Money just bought a pound of the Gushers, we've been smokin' exotic product
Was robbin' and juggin' with road runners, every day whippin', keeping the stove jumpin'
I just went found me some Actavis, I’ve been havin’ an out of body
I grew up sippin' green, I was on one, I remember the first day of the purple comin’

[Verse 1]
I get so high I panic, off of the medi—cine need a medic, medic
These hoes are not entertainin', fuck am I sayin'?
I'm too busy counting the fetty
We keep them guns on us, you know we war-ready
My gun sing like Mariah, so I love to carry it
If he talk out his neck then his momma gon’ bury 'em
If this bitch is a keeper, I'll take her then marry her
Fuck her friends in a Tahoe, the more is the merrier
There was Susie and Anna and Lisa and Mary or somethin'
I think her name Mary or somethin'
But I couldn't tell this, you know I be high as a dummy
I don't take these Perky's for nothin'
Get so high, it's embarrassin', but I don't be rememberin' names
But it's okay, don't matter how you play, as long as you play the game (Let's go!)
[Chorus]
G-Money just bought a pound of the Gushers, we've been smokin' exotic product
Was robbin' and juggin' with road runners, every day whippin', keeping the stove jumpin'
I just went found me some Actavis, I've been havin' an out of body
I grew up sippin' green, I was on one, I remember the first day of the purple comin'

[Verse 2]
Talkin' that lean talk (Talkin' that talk)
Talkin' that lean talk (Talkin' that talk)
Talkin' that perc talk, talkin' that bean talk (Kel-Tec, Tec)
Talkin' bout the scope on the rifle, choppa with a beam on 'em
Talkin' bout the bitch with a fat ol' ass, finna let 'em get up on it
I'm livin' life like I'm Makaveli, wanna kill me then I got the MAC-11
I got a bitch with her own money, in my bank, got more green than a Packers player
I'm livin' life like a cowboy with this Glizzy on me, no revolver
I'm not ordinary, I can't go in the mall
Barney's private shoppin', one call (Uh-huh)
Phone call, for my bros
They really miss me back home (Uh-huh)
All the hoes want dick from back home (Uh-huh)
And wouldn't try to fuck me when I was broke (Uh-huh)
Now they want me to make time for 'em (Uh-huh)
Half of me sayin', "Fuck it, give 'em consent forms" (Uh-huh)
My main girl like a 911 new Porsche
And I ain't tryna smoke that one, no Newport
[Chorus]
G-Money just bought a pound of the Gushers, we've been smokin' exotic product
Was robbin' and juggin' with road runners, every day whippin', keeping the stove jumpin'
I just went found me some Actavis, I've been havin' an out of body
I grew up sippin' green, I was on one, I remember the first day of the purple comin'