Love drugs sex Yung Keeta

[Pre-Chorus]
Love drugs sex
Love drugs sex
Love drugs sex
Love drugs sex

[Chorus]
I'm off these drugs so I can't see
She wanna fuck, baby come with me
You got me hooked bae I can't leave
Maybe there's some things you don't need
Babe I know nothing oh my[?]
You don't get nothing who is he?
Better be bluffin' he gon' die 'cause I'm not bluffin' 'bout this heat

[Verse 1]
Drugs, sex, money
Only thing I need so keep that shit coming
I keep 'em behind me he broke and he bummin'
He think we compеtin' he must be a dummy
Can't evеr complete it the reason I'm runnin'
Why is you lyin' the fuck is you frontin'
Whenever you need it you call me I'm comin'
I'm in your tv bitch and I'm stuntin'
Savoring every second in here
Uppin' that shit feel like Heaven in here
It's nobody makin' me feel just like this
So baby with you it's not up in the air
Oh-oh, if anyone else wanna try I probably just wouldn't have cared
Oh-oh, step in the crib number 9 I'm watchin' 'em all as they stare
I got your boy in my reticle
Catchin' that boy at the festival
Lettin' him go, turn him to a vegetable
Bitch they smokin' medical
No sleep whats a schedule girl
Done 'em boy you minimal
You a fat ass you federal