Meds YBS Skola (Ft. Lil Skies)

[Intro: YBS Skola]
King Midas
Streets so sad
Ride around town, thinkin' 'bout my homie
I need that bag
Got that case a nigga try to get up on me
Stop draggin' my swag
Keep the campaign going, I deserve a trophy
Long live Up Next
Now I gotta do it all on my lonely

[Chorus: YBS Skola]
How they gon' try to compare us? (How?)
I hang with ballers and players (Style)
I could've been in the feds (Gone)
If I wasn't sitting on some bread (Some bread)
But I'm in the house with the money piling (With the money)
Come here, lil' bitch, give me head (Give me head)
She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles (Shut up)
Baby, I need all my meds (Yeah)
How they gon' try to compare us? (Yeah)
I hang with ballers and players (Ball)
I could've been in the feds (Mall)
If I wasn't sitting on some bread (Woo)
But I'm in the house with the money piling
Come here, lil' bitch, give me head
She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles
But baby, I need all my meds
Baby, I need all my meds
Baby, I need all my meds
I'm in the house with the money piling
Come here, lil' bitch, give me head
She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles
But baby, I need all my meds