[Intro]
You did good slick
It's a smash!
[Chrous: Scrim]
Mane, I'm too high for this shit
Diamonds on both of my wrists
580, I make it drift
My bitch she help her girl strip
Codeine in my cup take my mind on a trip
Easing my mind for a bit
Ducking my dick going limp
Sorry girl, I'm too high for this shit
[Verse 1: Scrim]
Pull up with the ice up, bust down gold frown
Girl been tryna wife up, no bitch, not now
I been so high, running from another come down
Percocet got me fucked, told that hoe she can suck
But I don't think that I can cum now
I been so high I been lit, popping them Xans and shit
Percocet laced with the fent, fuck it, it don't matter nope
Wanna be anywhere but here, wanna be anyone but me
Thought money would fix everything, I done dropped M’s on the dope
Lеaning on subs no hope, money up but my soul on broke
Sunrisе and my bitch on coke
Northside lungs filled with the smoke, aye
Pain in the Porsche, same pain from the days on the porch
On a flight somewhere blacked out
Long way from the old trap house
Sleeve up, see my arms tracked out
Seize up when the Xans run out, aye
Quarter ounce, smoke till I feel okay
Feeling numb, can't feel my face
Try again at a later date
You did good slick
It's a smash!
[Chrous: Scrim]
Mane, I'm too high for this shit
Diamonds on both of my wrists
580, I make it drift
My bitch she help her girl strip
Codeine in my cup take my mind on a trip
Easing my mind for a bit
Ducking my dick going limp
Sorry girl, I'm too high for this shit
[Verse 1: Scrim]
Pull up with the ice up, bust down gold frown
Girl been tryna wife up, no bitch, not now
I been so high, running from another come down
Percocet got me fucked, told that hoe she can suck
But I don't think that I can cum now
I been so high I been lit, popping them Xans and shit
Percocet laced with the fent, fuck it, it don't matter nope
Wanna be anywhere but here, wanna be anyone but me
Thought money would fix everything, I done dropped M’s on the dope
Lеaning on subs no hope, money up but my soul on broke
Sunrisе and my bitch on coke
Northside lungs filled with the smoke, aye
Pain in the Porsche, same pain from the days on the porch
On a flight somewhere blacked out
Long way from the old trap house
Sleeve up, see my arms tracked out
Seize up when the Xans run out, aye
Quarter ounce, smoke till I feel okay
Feeling numb, can't feel my face
Try again at a later date
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