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Yea Yea Yeah Yea Yea Yea Mix a pint in the soda I'm up with it I fill it up when the cup empty Just found some X took a buck fifty Bad bitch from LA and she fuck with me Don't know why she put her trust in me I just break hearts when they done with me Pray that I don't end up like Ricky So don't ask me why I keep this semi Baby why you lose my love feel like a loser I just gotta pop these pills cope with shit keep moving I got lazers in this gun so who you shooting I gotta touch this money just to prove it I miss you I wish you Would get outta my head baby get gone (Let's go) The issue always was you Tried to use me made me misuse These Percocets and Xanax too Got distracted by the stars up on the roof Why would we continue? After all the things that we been through Guess we wasn't meant to I take X pills to change my mood We go Up up, up Up up, up Up up, up Up up, up (Take perky pills) Up up, up Up up, up (How do I feel) Up up, up Up, up (I go up until I'm killed) Feel like it's Armageddon I wake up pop X that's the new daily regimen Not talking bout Avatar I'm in my element Got something that ride in the trunk like an elephant Brodie phone ring off the hook like receptionist I'm with niggas turn ops into images Alyx, Moncler, Vetements Four in a twenty I'm good at percentages I beat up this cup and it's gone leave some blemishes Know niggas that take out yo block like it's Jenga Not talking bout candy but I want the M&M's Ice Cube and Mike Epps cause I'm all bout the Benjamins I'm looking for X I don't care bout the entrance I'm rocking Palm Angels and palming a weapon I stand on yo block and I ball like a center Stop asking me if I still spin like a blender My chain it go Dance Dance Revolution Got a Bluetooth Just ate a blue pill Get me a girl that look like Beabadoobee Find a religion like Jesus or Buddha I'm tryna stack up my money like Uno Rocking Undercover Takahashi Jun I already had one but I wanted a new one I'm not Iron Man you don't want me to suit up I took a molly I ain't talking bout Molotov Watch how I ride on this bitch like the Autobahn Steel in my pants I ain't talking bout pocket watch If we don't talk then we creating ambiance Watch me just come back to life like I'm Madara Three A.M. I ain't sleep yet that's insomnia Real G's move in silence like the lasagna My bro selling O's like his name was Omarion I'm not snake I'm a cold-blooded monster Walk around with a stick like my name Harry Potter I could lay in the drip like a lake and an otter But I ain't telling shit to your honor not sorry I get drunk til I cannot feel shit like a condom I'm not Drake but I get top and start at the bottom Imma roll up the flowers it look like a blossom And I'm a globe trotter but I'm not from Harlem
Writer(s): Braden Mclaughlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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