444 Shit

I'm on my 444 shit Stash a percocet in my whip I've been swerving Cause i'm letch I run from my past I'm tryna forget I grab codeine Take a sip Don't get nauseous Cause it's minced I'm so harmed finna grin I minus well be dreaming Imma rock your boat oh She want my semen If i run out my drugs uh I'm finna be fiending When i'm up I turn into a demon I ain't never gave a fuck Cause no one gave me one To begin with Oh 444 shit Army guns Special forces Run up on ya While yo dog shitting Pop Pop Pop Go into piss I ain't never been on gang shit 444 That's my angel number I already told you I was waiting for something For the purpose comes fatal dysfunction 444 Shit Stash a percocet in my whip I've been swerving Cause i'm letch I run from my past I'm tryna forget I grab codeine Take a sip Don't get nauseous Cause it's minced I'm so harmed finna grin I minus well be dreaming Eyes wide open Hoping im dreaming Perc 30 bitch I'm leaning I'm on my 444 shit Watch what imma see yea Nah for real I want my Hennessy bitch I'm on my 444 shit Stash a percocet in my whip I've been swerving Cause im letch I run from my past I'm tryna forget I grab codeine Take a sip Don't get nauseous Cause it's minced Im so harmed finna grin I minus well be dreaming Burberry coat on I'm the coldest Blueberry Faygo Mixed with something important Imma let the hate go It ain't important They know that i'm next up On my 444 shit