Lyrics:
Pills and potions in her bowels
Fucking up her mood, Baby, don't be tripping now
Woah
It's a war between love and drugs
Tryna get fucked up, She want
(Smoke)
Waiting on hallucination, ain't a single fact I trust (No)
Dear family, my sanity go down when my cash go up
Rap too much, how the fuck get through
(Smoke)
Waiting on hallucination, ain't a single fact I trust (No)
Dear family, my sanity go down when my cash go up
Rap too much, how the fuck get
tomorrow
We don't care, we don't care about tomorrow
Woke up with my girl, she naked in a Monte Carlo
I'm an artist, so she let me work her walls tho
She
productions and you know the game is tight, hold up,
You would think I’m Rachel Ray just by the way I’m cutting up, no I don’t kick it with my soldiers but
Dirty looks from the back
Setting up to attack
Couple whiskey wound gentlemen
From the outskirts of town
Told Carlos we don't want
You coming around
So
Saturdays we hit Barber Joint to see
Plum and get fresh
I didn't play during JFL but he was always
There
I needed gear
Chesterfield or Galleria
We was there
off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a, like a (push 'em off, push 'em off) (Chyna)
Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks
and make sure that you get the raise
Pay the ticket off if you gon' end up catchin' a case
Now don't that sound like a romantic date?
Get your leather
young niggas hustled at
Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at
When ya come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide
Carlo had
in your own eyes
Your man don't even drive come fuck with a grown guy
Sitting on my throne Imma get a little more high
Man what a dweeb he paying for
inside
I could tell that you need someone, phone call, I slide
He don't get you this vibe, keep you moving on mine
Wonder if he's changed you, but Imma get
(Yo Brett, make that that shit)
(Can you prove 'em wrong-wrong?)
(I pulled up in a red Monte Carlo)
(Shorty she a model)
(Love to tote Drakes,
off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a, like a (push 'em off, push 'em off) (Chyna)
Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks
up off the juice
Tryin' to get up off that loot so we could get up on the coupes
7th Lennox and what about the east side
El Barrio, we blowin' smoke
you Read my mind
I don’t got the Time to fight this shit ain’t right
Won’t allow happiness
I’m just Tryna get by drink after drink as You flood out my
get to ugly I'm past that
Yea I still know where my mask at
I up the tool you know it's a takedown
Nobody move it's get down or lay down
I get
can be my life
Fools be tryin' to hit me, like a porno website
I pulls up in the Chevy with them rally racer stripes
Some of my fellas on Harley
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall) tell me
How you
respondin' to no fans, I'm only thinkin' of grands
Swerved out, Monte Carlo, twin glocks, no fraternal
Ever since I came up, I had to go hustle
Skinny boy, no
we smoking weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures
If you could keep a secret, we could always kick it
This what they fuckin' with me for in
you heard
Get 'em a Soda
Stupid dummies,
Yo shout out to Paul Marz
Cvlt shit don't know why they keep letting me in here
I was blinded by the digits,
Improper you get it
I’m tossing this roster
Cause why even bother
We’re all gonna die
If we can’t find each other
We’re blinded by facts
That relax all
she's intoxicated
High society stuck up broad, violated then graduated
If we was the seven, can we get eight? (uh-huh, sure)
Just by you forgetting
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