(Aaghh, Yeeh)

Takin' all these drugs, Hear voices in my head

Don't Know how to feel, Feel like I been Dead

Steady Be sippin On Tuss, You know my cup red

I might Shoot my stick, Got one in the Head

All my opps inside, Don't know why they scared

Doin like 220

Tryna duck the Feds

Li' bitch I'm On these meds

Hear voices in my head

Told my hoe a lie

Hope she don't cry about it

I cannot fuck on a slut

I fuck on a homebody

I'm bouta hop in a black truck

Got six hoes inside it

We in a S-Class Slidin

And your hoe she got milage

& Your hoe tryna Pop it

It some racks in my wallet

And these racks keep piling

And these racks keep piling

(Yea, Yeah)

I'm tryna get my racks up

I'm tryna get my bag up

I'm tryna get my cash up

All eyes on me

I feel like tupac

Came In with two sticks

I came with two glocks

Came in with your bitch

Might bag Your main thot

These **** ain't talkin' bout shyt

Don't know what they talkin' bout

Like bitch I'm Up Next

Bitch I carry glocks

Bitch I keep a tec

Audemars Piguet

That's Gone keep her Wet

I'm off too much drugs

I then popped a x

Takin' all these drugs, Hear voices in my head

Don't Know how to feel, Feel like I been Dead

Steady Be sippin On Tuss, You know my cup red