Real road runner, I'm probably out making plays
When that trap phone ring, I know there's money to make
How much you got and what you want? I'm on the way
Got that dog shit on me, ran it all up today
Go get the money first, don't ever try to make the zombs wait
I'm stealing fiends cause I'm so quick to hop right on the highway
She let me whip it in her house so she can get the first taste
She lost it when I put the Pyrex in the damn microwave
You ain't never try to back up seven dimes out a eighth
Young trappin' weed out the project building hallway
I robbed a plug when I was 12, he tried to give the boy chafe
Went back to back in juvenile detention, jump out boy raids
Never serve in the same spot, I'ma use different locations
Met my zombie in a bar, sent him to work with no chaser
I'm in the Walmart bathroom, I wrapped it in toilet paper
Pull up at the other pump, I'm serving at a gas station
My fiend went to jail, I put some money in his account
I told his girl I'll hold it down, just hit me when he get up
Just in case he tells on me and my trap name Juan
Whippin' in the microwave, the stove was hurting my arm
24 hours on the road, I'm taking naps in the car
Got you for eight, you come to me, give me a stack cause you far
Got eight on one, I hit it six, they said them samples was raw
Four for a hundred, I'll give you five if you come back for tomorrow
I don't take no credit cards, just put some gas in my car
No cash apps and no zells, no transactions at all
Always ready to pull off, I gotta back in to park
My number one spenders his birthday, I gave him a ball
I'm a real roadrunner
Real roadrunner
Real road runner, I'm probably out making plays
When that trap phone ring, I know there's money to make
How much you got and what you want? I'm on the way
Got that dog shit on me, ran it all up today
Go get the money first, don't ever try to make the zombs wait
I'm stealing fiends cause I'm so quick to hop right on the highway
She let me whip it in her house so she can get the first taste
She lost it when I put the Pyrex in the damn microwave
KING OSF - Pyrex In The Microwave Lyrics
KING OSF - Pyrex In The Microwave Lyrics
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Real road runner, I'm probably out making plays
When that trap phone ring, I know there's money to make
How much you got and what you want? I'm on the way
Got that dog shit on me, ran it all up today
Go get the money first, don't ever try to make the zombs wait
I'm stealing fiends cause I'm so quick to hop right on the highway
She let me whip it in her house so she can get the first taste
She lost it when I put the Pyrex in the damn microwave
You ain't never try to back up seven dimes out a eighth
Young trappin' weed out the project building hallway
I robbed a plug when I was 12, he tried to give the boy chafe
Went back to back in juvenile detention, jump out boy raids
Never serve in the same spot, I'ma use different locations
Met my zombie in a bar, sent him to work with no chaser
I'm in the Walmart bathroom, I wrapped it in toilet paper
Pull up at the other pump, I'm serving at a gas station
My fiend went to jail, I put some money in his account
I told his girl I'll hold it down, just hit me when he get up
Just in case he tells on me and my trap name Juan
Whippin' in the microwave, the stove was hurting my arm
24 hours on the road, I'm taking naps in the car
Got you for eight, you come to me, give me a stack cause you far
Got eight on one, I hit it six, they said them samples was raw
Four for a hundred, I'll give you five if you come back for tomorrow
I don't take no credit cards, just put some gas in my car
No cash apps and no zells, no transactions at all
Always ready to pull off, I gotta back in to park
My number one spenders his birthday, I gave him a ball
I'm a real roadrunner
Real roadrunner
Real road runner, I'm probably out making plays
When that trap phone ring, I know there's money to make
How much you got and what you want? I'm on the way
Got that dog shit on me, ran it all up today
Go get the money first, don't ever try to make the zombs wait
I'm stealing fiends cause I'm so quick to hop right on the highway
She let me whip it in her house so she can get the first taste
She lost it when I put the Pyrex in the damn microwave
When that trap phone ring, I know there's money to make
How much you got and what you want? I'm on the way
Got that dog shit on me, ran it all up today
Go get the money first, don't ever try to make the zombs wait
I'm stealing fiends cause I'm so quick to hop right on the highway
She let me whip it in her house so she can get the first taste
She lost it when I put the Pyrex in the damn microwave
You ain't never try to back up seven dimes out a eighth
Young trappin' weed out the project building hallway
I robbed a plug when I was 12, he tried to give the boy chafe
Went back to back in juvenile detention, jump out boy raids
Never serve in the same spot, I'ma use different locations
Met my zombie in a bar, sent him to work with no chaser
I'm in the Walmart bathroom, I wrapped it in toilet paper
Pull up at the other pump, I'm serving at a gas station
My fiend went to jail, I put some money in his account
I told his girl I'll hold it down, just hit me when he get up
Just in case he tells on me and my trap name Juan
Whippin' in the microwave, the stove was hurting my arm
24 hours on the road, I'm taking naps in the car
Got you for eight, you come to me, give me a stack cause you far
Got eight on one, I hit it six, they said them samples was raw
Four for a hundred, I'll give you five if you come back for tomorrow
I don't take no credit cards, just put some gas in my car
No cash apps and no zells, no transactions at all
Always ready to pull off, I gotta back in to park
My number one spenders his birthday, I gave him a ball
I'm a real roadrunner
Real roadrunner
Real road runner, I'm probably out making plays
When that trap phone ring, I know there's money to make
How much you got and what you want? I'm on the way
Got that dog shit on me, ran it all up today
Go get the money first, don't ever try to make the zombs wait
I'm stealing fiends cause I'm so quick to hop right on the highway
She let me whip it in her house so she can get the first taste
She lost it when I put the Pyrex in the damn microwave
Writer: King OSF
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