​paralyzed BIGBABYGUCCI & Austin Skinner

[Intro]
(You know who TF made it)

[Chorus: Austin Skinner]
Yeah, I'm on the drugs lil' bitch, I'm fried, ayy
Pop this pill, it gon' leave you paralyzed, ayy
For this meal, I done paid like twenty-five hundred
I stayed down 'cause I know I got some racks coming
Flipping the pick, I'm on the drugs, they make me sick, huh
If I don't got it then I'll probably hit that lick, huh
Hop in the back, that bitch be swervin'
I'm not a waiter, but bitch I'm serving
Slide right by, let the tires burn it
She bad, I know what she worth
I need a mill' right now, I'm sure
High as fuck, can't speak no words
I'm on the freeway pourin' syrup
I need free racks, pockets curved, yeah
Told my brother that we gon' go
I don't know what the fuck they waiting for
I grab my cup and pour, yeah

[Verse: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Uh, I can't tell you what I'm on
I'm in L.A. at the Lakers game, I'm sittin' on the floor
No bitch, you can't get no wedding ring if I can't get that throat
SKs and XDs is all we fuckin' tote
I-I-I-I'm gon' cross that line (Yeah)
Bitch, my Glock stay right here, are you gon' waste my time? (No)
I'm geekin' bitch, I'm outta here
I—I—I just wanna get geeked today
And I got Louis lenses, I can't see the shade
Seen him lacking, he gon' change up like a meter maid
Pistol-packing, got respect, yeah that's for you to pay
He too trendy, he just do shit 'cause it's cool today
I just fucked her in some Marni and some Gucci frames