Tekst Utworu

I need Visine, I'm so high These perkies, these addy's, these thotties I'm loosin' my mind (Vibing out right on the West) If they didn't tell ya, I'm tellin' ya, it's crunch time They beefin'? We eat on an opp, it's lunch time My wake up thoughts, "Go get a check" My nigga my dog, like a pet They watch ya move when ya talk less A sucker, I never be that One shot with me, Russian Roulette I'm feignin' on medical meds Got some slimers meetin' up at the jet You think 'bout that pussy, you wrecked I can't crash out 'bout no bitch Ain't no hoe, but she still give me sex I just looked at my wrist, that bitch wet When I throw my nut at her, she catch Push up with Berettas and hit Who gon' show love when you down on ya dick? Don't try to diss, you get hit in the mix Shoot that shit up with my gang, an assist Chanel on a rainy day Monday like 50K, using my brain today I just, fucked on yo' bitch and keep on some drip I didn't, hear what you said today Used to stand in the hood on the porch Now it's all in the hood, got horses Stop actin' gangsta', it's annoyin' Used to trap that shit out to the mornin' Call her through when I'm horny Got her, legs lockin' and she moanin' Yeah, I'm, headshotin' body pointers In that, Stingray, that's a hornet Just, me and all my hundreds My youngins be thugin', ridin' with some guns I know I fucked up, hit her with no condom Got burnt and I called up my momma I was, chasin' a thot I wasn't being no Dog On God, No Kizzy My wake up thoughts, "Go get a check" My nigga my dog, like a pet They watch ya move when ya talk less A suckaer, I never be that One shot with me, Russian Roulette I'm fiendin' on medical meds Got some slimers meetin' up at the jet You think 'bout that pussy, you wrecked I can't crash out 'bout no bitch Ain't no hoe, but she still give me sex I just looked at my wrist, that bitch wet When I throw my nut at her, she catch Push up with Berettas and hit Who gon' show love when you down on ya dick? Don't try to diss, you get hit in the mix Woo, woo I need Visine, I'm so high (I'm so high) These perkies, these addy's, these thotties I'm loosin' my mind (these thotties I'm loosin' my mind) If they didn't tell ya, I'm tellin' ya, it's crunch time They beefin'? We eat on an opp, it's lunch time
Writer(s): Samuel Nordqvist, Camren Martin, Semaja Zair Render, Thomas Insana Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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