[Intro]
Get Max to pull up
Folks finna come back and catch this shit
Baby, whatcha on? (Whatcha on?)
Yeah, yeah (Bitch)
[Chorus]
Check my drip (Yeah)
Check my steez (Yeah)
That's your bitch on her knees (Yeah, yeah)
I do whatever I want, yeah (Yeah, uh-huh)
I do as I please (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Fuck your bitch then I leave (Yeah, uh-huh)
On her Gucci purse, I skeet (Uh-huh, yeah)
Did I say purse? I meant shirt (Uh-huh, oh)
I was aimin' for her teeth (Uh-huh)
Young, rich nigga, that's for sure (Uh-huh)
All these niggas, in disbelief (Uh-huh, yeah)
When I fuck on a freak like Mia Khalif' (Uh-huh, yeah)
I'm smoking that tree like Wiz Khalif' (Uh-huh, yeah)
Free smoke, my niggas are chimneys (Uh-huh, yеah)
Pour a four of the red, the rеmedy (Uh-huh, yeah)
Relapse on meds, some in my head (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
What in the hell's gotten into me? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
[Verse 1]
Uh, lean, pour it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Take the pill, don't throw it up
Uh, yeah, Perc me up (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't no such thing as scratchin' enough
Uh, yeah, baby girl, I'm sorry (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You hate it when I'm high, but I can't help it
Uh, ballin' like the Celtics (I was ballin' like the Celtics)
Used to sell packs, I smelt it, I dealt it (I used to-, I smelt it, I dealt it)
Two-tone skelly AP, it's meltin' (Yeah, gleam, gleam)
Fuck your rollie, I could buy that by the dozen (Nigga, fuck your rollie, yeah)
Got your bitch heart meltin' (Yeah, got that bih' heart meltin')
Had a big heart, now it's meltin' (Now it's melted)
I got a confession, it's embarrassing (It's embarrassing)
I ain't know that was yo' bitch that I was nailing (I ain't know that was yo' bitch)
My fault, my bad
That's a bitch that we damn near all had
My fault, my bad, my bad
I been in my bag
Get Max to pull up
Folks finna come back and catch this shit
Baby, whatcha on? (Whatcha on?)
Yeah, yeah (Bitch)
[Chorus]
Check my drip (Yeah)
Check my steez (Yeah)
That's your bitch on her knees (Yeah, yeah)
I do whatever I want, yeah (Yeah, uh-huh)
I do as I please (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Fuck your bitch then I leave (Yeah, uh-huh)
On her Gucci purse, I skeet (Uh-huh, yeah)
Did I say purse? I meant shirt (Uh-huh, oh)
I was aimin' for her teeth (Uh-huh)
Young, rich nigga, that's for sure (Uh-huh)
All these niggas, in disbelief (Uh-huh, yeah)
When I fuck on a freak like Mia Khalif' (Uh-huh, yeah)
I'm smoking that tree like Wiz Khalif' (Uh-huh, yeah)
Free smoke, my niggas are chimneys (Uh-huh, yеah)
Pour a four of the red, the rеmedy (Uh-huh, yeah)
Relapse on meds, some in my head (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
What in the hell's gotten into me? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
[Verse 1]
Uh, lean, pour it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Take the pill, don't throw it up
Uh, yeah, Perc me up (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't no such thing as scratchin' enough
Uh, yeah, baby girl, I'm sorry (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You hate it when I'm high, but I can't help it
Uh, ballin' like the Celtics (I was ballin' like the Celtics)
Used to sell packs, I smelt it, I dealt it (I used to-, I smelt it, I dealt it)
Two-tone skelly AP, it's meltin' (Yeah, gleam, gleam)
Fuck your rollie, I could buy that by the dozen (Nigga, fuck your rollie, yeah)
Got your bitch heart meltin' (Yeah, got that bih' heart meltin')
Had a big heart, now it's meltin' (Now it's melted)
I got a confession, it's embarrassing (It's embarrassing)
I ain't know that was yo' bitch that I was nailing (I ain't know that was yo' bitch)
My fault, my bad
That's a bitch that we damn near all had
My fault, my bad, my bad
I been in my bag
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