Lyrics

I'm tryna wake up and get high That boy run up, he trying his life Flying like a pilot, boy, I really get high Pop fake Percs, boy, your ass finna die (Die) Shoot at the opps, my bitch real wet (My bitch real wet) I just spent this check on my neck Before you run up, boy, your ass need a vest Shooters out West and they taking your head I need to rest, I need a Xanax Popping these Percs so I don't panic Bitch pulling up, she losing panties All of these drugs, they doing damage They pulling up, I'm finna handle 'em Bro got the hammer he doing some damage with Bro got the FN, he got the hunnid round Popping the X, I'm tryna roll one Roll up the opps, boy, they the real Runtz Popping these Percs, I'm finna die I see the opps, they finna die I see the opps, they finna fly Wire just hit my bank account Wire just hit my bank account I'm finna hit the bank, I pull it out I'm finna hit the bank, I pull it out I got them snipers, they watching your house I got them snipers, they watching your house I'm tryna wake up and get high That boy run up, he trying his life Flying like a pilot, boy, I really get high Pop fake Percs, boy, your ass finna die Shoot at the opps, my bitch real wet I just spent this check on my neck Before you run up, boy, your ass need a vest Shooters out West and they taking your head I need to rest, I need a Xanax Popping these Percs so I don't panic Bitch pulling up, she losing panties All of these drugs, they doing damage
Writer(s): Julian Harris, Jared Faber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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