Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lawsy
Songwriter
Lyrics
Swi-Swishrr beats
Lawsy, pick up
I pop a pill, I can't think straight
Fuck it, I'm dyin' if these hoes fake
Got that ho cryin' 'cause I can't stay
I'd be lyin' if I called you, "Bae"
Can't open my eyelids, smokin' on dank
I'm high as a pilot, thinkin' I'ma faint
Like, damn, that bitch wildin', got a tat' of my name
She think it's the drugs got me goin' insane
I'ma hit up the plug, I don't feel no pain (Yeah)
In the Trackhawk, switchin' lanes
Tryna get high as hell, I'm mixin' strains
I'll send him to Hell if he reach for my chain
I'm fuckin' this bitch, I don't know her name
He broke as shit, so, no, he can't hang
Clutch on my stick, I stay with that thang
Got a few bricks, straight cocaine (Straight cocaine)
If you want smoke, then you can have it
If you want dope, then you can have it
White ho doin' coke, we livin' lavish
I'm in LA, kickin' with a bad bitch, yeah (Bitch, yeah)
I used to have Drac's stuffed up in the mattress, yeah (Yeah)
Now I smoke by the pound, boy, I know they mad, bitch, yeah (Yeah)
She get on my nerves, callin' me an addict, yeah (Yeah)
I like bad bitches and fast whips, yeah (Yeah)
Run off with a pack, you can get yo' ass whooped, yeah (Yeah)
I'm startin' to sober up, another Backwood, yeah (Yeah)
I'ma hit up the plug, I don't feel no pain (Yeah)
In the Trackhawk, switchin' lanes
Tryna get high as hell, I'm mixin' strains
I'll send him to Hell if he reach for my chain
I'm fuckin' this bitch, I don't know her name
He broke as shit, so, no, he can't hang
Clutch on my stick, I stay with that thang
Got a few bricks, straight cocaine (Straight cocaine)
Give me a brick and I move that bitch
Diamonds dancin', do a hulahoop, bitch
She say we fucked and I'm like, "Who is this bitch?"
I ride 'round with at least two of them sticks
She shakin'0 ass and that bitch movin' that shit
She ain't get in the back, but she cute as shit
Watch me bag that ho, shit, I'm cupid, bitch
It's a stick up, they get to movin' quick (Buh, buh, buh)
Yeah
I like bad bitches with a bag
I like bad hoes with some ass
I like good drank with some gas, yeah
I like gettin' high, I like gettin' cash
Like, damn, that bitch fine when she in my bed
It's only 9 and I'm poppin' the X, yeah (Yeah)
I'ma hit up the plug, I don't feel no pain (Yeah)
In the Trackhawk, switchin' lanes
Tryna get high as hell, I'm mixin' strains
I'll send him to Hell if he reach for my chain
I'm fuckin' this bitch, I don't know her name
He broke as shit, so, no, he can't hang
Clutch on my stick, I stay with that thang
Got a few bricks, straight cocaine (Straight cocaine)
Written by: Lawsy
