1, 2 all my money bitch it's blue
3, 4 I can shop at any store
I got 5, 6 red pints full of Tris (Can't go to sleep)
7, 8 taking these drugs a mistake (it's a nightmare)
Dior turn his wife to a whore
She keep on asking for more
Butterfly wings on the door
I pour a four in the morning
All of yo' shit be boring
You not important
I'm off the X' with my ex
I'm sipping lean with my fiends (my fiends)
I'm poppin' beams with my team
Without these drugs, ion feel like me
We not the same stay in yo' lane
Watch what you say I'm off the green
I feel Incredible Hulk (yeah)
Don't make me come smash yo ass
Talking about this and that
What he said she said
Ion care about that
Watch your back
You, not my dawg my nigga
So it's tit for tat
But ion' do no beef
Allergic to shit that's cheap
Pull up like trick or treat
Make a scene like Halloween
You niggas can't handle me
McLaren got Karen staring
Thinking how the fuck I'm doing this
Off the drugs, I'm smoking thrax
I don't give a fuck what he say it's cap
Tell them niggas I'm on the map
Nigga we ain't dawg
Nigga we ain't homies
Why the fuck you tryna' call me me my Brodie
Nigga wasn't with me when I was on my lonely
Nigga was faking he was playing baloney
5, 6 red pints full of Tris (Can't go to sleep)
7, 8 taking these drugs a mistake (It's a nightmare)
I got the hoes like Santa I'm pouring up
Bitch it's a Fanta (yeah)
But I turned that shit (To a what?)
To a goddamn, black and white panda (for real)
Cause you ain't seen no shit this dark
Bitch I got a blunt and it's ready to spark
I don't give a fuck if you don't like me lil bitch
You wasn't with me when I was in the dark
Now you see me
High all the time
High why would I lie
Swiper no swiping
But I'm a keep swiping
So I can keep stackin' my-
Stackin' my bands to the ceiling
Ion' really give a fuck about your damn feelings
Ion' give a fuck bitch I know I'm the realist
Every time I get beat nigga I kill it (I murder it)
1, 2 I eat the Percs in the morning like breakfast
3, 4 using no hands she just get reckless
Bitch I got money yo' nigga don't
That's what is sad (He broke)
Bitch I got money fuck bout' yo issues
I'm not your dad
I got Dior for your whore
Cause she finna give me some throat (throat)
I got your bitch Chanel
Cause I hit the bitch like a bell
1, 2 all my money bitch it's blue (yeah, come for it)
3, 4 I can shop at any store
I got 5, 6 red pints full of Tris (can't go to sleep)
7, 8 taking these drugs a mistake (nightmare kill me)