Floating on pluto and it might mars
I'm on pluto shit it might be mars
I'm on pluto shit it might be mars send that opp pack to the stars
She sendin me stars
Uh uh
I'm on pluto shit it might be mars, sent that opp pack top the stars
Purple runtz n honey cigars, percs and lean, xanny bars
Go repent touch one of ours, I'm battle tested I got the scars
Man, this life ain't for you squares From the bottom we took the stairs
Bottle service, holding flares, Popping bottles in the air
White lows by the pair I see you looking, I see you staring
They ain't never seen that, what the f*ck is he wearing? Me and Jake, hit the same bitch, now we sharing
F*ck it, I'm not even caring Running the game like it's an errand
Don't know that nigga, he ain't ganger In the hills, threw a banger
Foreign clothes on my hangers I'm in the west in Topanga
I just been f*cking on strangers Shawty been f*cking on strangers
F*ck with the squad, it get dangerous Whipping with Keith in the range
Left that lil bitch in the rain, Margiela stepping in paint
Feel like I'm Franklin I'm saint, Bitches see me, wanna faint
F*ck it, we out in the bay Pull up on my nigga, Trey
In the Tesla, swerving lanes Exotics to ease the pain
Uh, I'm on pluto shit it might be mars, sent that opp pack top the stars
Purple runtz and honey cigars, percs and lean, xanny bars
Go repent touch one of ours, I'm battle tested I got the scars
Man, this life ain't for you squares From the bottom we took the stairs
Bottle service, holding flares, Popping bottles in the air
White lows by the pair I see you looking, I see you staring
They ain't never seen that, what the f*ck is he wearing? Me and Jake, hit the same bitch, now we sharing
F*ck it, I'm not even caring Running the game like it's an errand
Uh, I cannot go through with that Uh, my old girl, I'm through with that
I'm done with the 10 I'm tryna numb this pain Damn, where the f*ck is the 30's at? Stepping on shit like a welcome mat
I went to Jaleel, they want Urkel back Ain't shit on the field, but when it come to that bag
I be running a four.2 flat, double cup filled up with purple sap
Poured a two, then a four, tryna bring Kobe back
That shit that you did, you can't take it back
Damn, where the f*ck is them 30's at?
Coop - Runnin' Errands (feat. JB$ki) Lyrics
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Floating on pluto and it might mars
I'm on pluto shit it might be mars
I'm on pluto shit it might be mars send that opp pack to the stars
She sendin me stars
Uh uh
I'm on pluto shit it might be mars, sent that opp pack top the stars
Purple runtz n honey cigars, percs and lean, xanny bars
Go repent touch one of ours, I'm battle tested I got the scars
Man, this life ain't for you squares From the bottom we took the stairs
Bottle service, holding flares, Popping bottles in the air
White lows by the pair I see you looking, I see you staring
They ain't never seen that, what the f*ck is he wearing? Me and Jake, hit the same bitch, now we sharing
F*ck it, I'm not even caring Running the game like it's an errand
Don't know that nigga, he ain't ganger In the hills, threw a banger
Foreign clothes on my hangers I'm in the west in Topanga
I just been f*cking on strangers Shawty been f*cking on strangers
F*ck with the squad, it get dangerous Whipping with Keith in the range
Left that lil bitch in the rain, Margiela stepping in paint
Feel like I'm Franklin I'm saint, Bitches see me, wanna faint
F*ck it, we out in the bay Pull up on my nigga, Trey
In the Tesla, swerving lanes Exotics to ease the pain
Uh, I'm on pluto shit it might be mars, sent that opp pack top the stars
Purple runtz and honey cigars, percs and lean, xanny bars
Go repent touch one of ours, I'm battle tested I got the scars
Man, this life ain't for you squares From the bottom we took the stairs
Bottle service, holding flares, Popping bottles in the air
White lows by the pair I see you looking, I see you staring
They ain't never seen that, what the f*ck is he wearing? Me and Jake, hit the same bitch, now we sharing
F*ck it, I'm not even caring Running the game like it's an errand
Uh, I cannot go through with that Uh, my old girl, I'm through with that
I'm done with the 10 I'm tryna numb this pain Damn, where the f*ck is the 30's at? Stepping on shit like a welcome mat
I went to Jaleel, they want Urkel back Ain't shit on the field, but when it come to that bag
I be running a four.2 flat, double cup filled up with purple sap
Poured a two, then a four, tryna bring Kobe back
That shit that you did, you can't take it back
Damn, where the f*ck is them 30's at?
I'm on pluto shit it might be mars
I'm on pluto shit it might be mars send that opp pack to the stars
She sendin me stars
Uh uh
I'm on pluto shit it might be mars, sent that opp pack top the stars
Purple runtz n honey cigars, percs and lean, xanny bars
Go repent touch one of ours, I'm battle tested I got the scars
Man, this life ain't for you squares From the bottom we took the stairs
Bottle service, holding flares, Popping bottles in the air
White lows by the pair I see you looking, I see you staring
They ain't never seen that, what the f*ck is he wearing? Me and Jake, hit the same bitch, now we sharing
F*ck it, I'm not even caring Running the game like it's an errand
Don't know that nigga, he ain't ganger In the hills, threw a banger
Foreign clothes on my hangers I'm in the west in Topanga
I just been f*cking on strangers Shawty been f*cking on strangers
F*ck with the squad, it get dangerous Whipping with Keith in the range
Left that lil bitch in the rain, Margiela stepping in paint
Feel like I'm Franklin I'm saint, Bitches see me, wanna faint
F*ck it, we out in the bay Pull up on my nigga, Trey
In the Tesla, swerving lanes Exotics to ease the pain
Uh, I'm on pluto shit it might be mars, sent that opp pack top the stars
Purple runtz and honey cigars, percs and lean, xanny bars
Go repent touch one of ours, I'm battle tested I got the scars
Man, this life ain't for you squares From the bottom we took the stairs
Bottle service, holding flares, Popping bottles in the air
White lows by the pair I see you looking, I see you staring
They ain't never seen that, what the f*ck is he wearing? Me and Jake, hit the same bitch, now we sharing
F*ck it, I'm not even caring Running the game like it's an errand
Uh, I cannot go through with that Uh, my old girl, I'm through with that
I'm done with the 10 I'm tryna numb this pain Damn, where the f*ck is the 30's at? Stepping on shit like a welcome mat
I went to Jaleel, they want Urkel back Ain't shit on the field, but when it come to that bag
I be running a four.2 flat, double cup filled up with purple sap
Poured a two, then a four, tryna bring Kobe back
That shit that you did, you can't take it back
Damn, where the f*ck is them 30's at?
Writer: Justin Cooper
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