No Split Pills

My plug just hit me up, he said I'm out of luck (luck, luck, luck) I'm petty with my girl, because I'm out of drugs And she can see my heart right through the Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent, Saint Laurent, Saint Laurent) I'm petty with my girl until I'm high enough (I'm back on the same shit) I don't care at all Know she way to pretty to put up with my withdrawals I don't care at all, that's why she don't ever call Am I wrong or not? Strung out at night Tryna drop a ticket, are you down or not? But bae, I gotta leave when the hours up, but oh (For us, for us) it's for the better And she gets what she wants because I let her We in SoHo trying different kinds of leather Tell me what you like, I heard you model or whatever girl She on X, I'm on dope, what a trip (what a trip) I need everything, I ain't the type to sell things (I got a 'matic, got what whatever, I don't need to deal with her) That's my baby, but I wouldn't split my pill with her (I need everything along with it) (Little honest with it) (That's my baby, but I wouldn't split my pill with her) My plug just hit me up, he said I'm out of luck (luck, luck, luck) I'm petty with my girl, because I'm out of drugs And she can see my heart right through the Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent, Saint Laurent, Saint Laurent) I'm petty with my girl until I'm high enough (I'm back on the same shit) I don't care at all Know she way to pretty to put up with my withdrawals I don't care at all, that's why she don't ever call Am I wrong or not? Strung out at night Tryna drop a ticket, are you down or not? But bae, I gotta leave when the hours up, but oh (You been thinking 'bout me so much) (And something about suppress her or not) (And you two never sleep) (And I've also been like suppressing my very violent thoughts) (Like violent thoughts) (I don't like your friends) (I notoriously don't like your friends, actually) (I'm off the shit, I don't know how to act, yeah) I'm off the shit, I don't know how to act Hold on, my dealers just hitting me back I told that girl to sit back on my lap She don't really love me, she won't get a text Count a whole lot of mo'fuckin' money Yeah, I'd rather die before I come in last I never go back and retract, I'd never slow down 'cause I gotta I got a whole lotta shit inside of the Benz And it's all wrapped, and I'm all for ten Know I do this shit often, I don't got a god complex After everything that they all said, I'ma count it fast Count it with both hands, gettin' high with the gods, yeah Baby girl, I'm a god sin like No split pills, no split pills No split pills, no split pills No split pills, no split (No split pills, no split pills) (No split pills, no split pills) (No split pills, no split)