[Intro]
(Malcolm made this beat)
[Xanman]
Off the Percocet, don't even allow
Off the Percocet, don't even allow me to see myself
Havin' nightmares when I shot a nigga, think I need more than you, I need Jesus help
I was scrollin', mind my stuff
Down to the floor, this shit pile up
In your arms, I love
ARP, walk down in Baclava
Bitch keep callin' me, baby, ain't sorry
I put a bunny in the head like toddler
I put a bitch cross the head, like woah
She ain't even put the shit on at Met Gala
I do not fear nigga, like my shot caller
Goyard bags to put on my travel
Nigga keep fakin', you know I'm a spinner
Keep talkin' 'bout cars when you not gon' get in 'em
She say--- she say, "Shoot baby, put me in Chrome Heart denim"
She say, bitch said I got her back then when I did the bare minimum
She say, "What about your old beef", I said, "I'm thinkin' 'bout killin' 'em"
He say, lightin' shit up at the funeral, re-paid
Bitch got [?], like a new [?] teabag
Fell in love with the feelin' to put on a ski-mask'
Fell in love with the feelin' of RPT's
She love the AP, she touchin' my skeeze
I told a bitch, I'm with the cat, I'm Kareem
A Famous Dex song, oh man, god damn
My bitch named Kim, I ain't talkin' 'bout SKIMS
My bitch named Kim, like Kanye ex
I got her a house, could've bought a Patek
Chrome Heart too cheap but I'm still havin' sex
I ain't even ask the bitch, "I could fuck", she said, "Yes"
[?], I ain't talkin' 'bout Les
I ain't take her ona date, she gon' pull up her dress
Had a .30 in school, my book-bag was a mess
I'm a percocet zombie, it's eatin' my flesh (Mmh, mmh)
With the Drac', I'll put a hole in it, (Huh), get a nigga gone
She wanna slide here after midnight, sing one of my songs
My dawg end up callin' nigga, not a prone
I'm feelin' like Sisqó, she take off the thong
Nigga keep bluffin', take his Draciom
(Malcolm made this beat)
[Xanman]
Off the Percocet, don't even allow
Off the Percocet, don't even allow me to see myself
Havin' nightmares when I shot a nigga, think I need more than you, I need Jesus help
I was scrollin', mind my stuff
Down to the floor, this shit pile up
In your arms, I love
ARP, walk down in Baclava
Bitch keep callin' me, baby, ain't sorry
I put a bunny in the head like toddler
I put a bitch cross the head, like woah
She ain't even put the shit on at Met Gala
I do not fear nigga, like my shot caller
Goyard bags to put on my travel
Nigga keep fakin', you know I'm a spinner
Keep talkin' 'bout cars when you not gon' get in 'em
She say--- she say, "Shoot baby, put me in Chrome Heart denim"
She say, bitch said I got her back then when I did the bare minimum
She say, "What about your old beef", I said, "I'm thinkin' 'bout killin' 'em"
He say, lightin' shit up at the funeral, re-paid
Bitch got [?], like a new [?] teabag
Fell in love with the feelin' to put on a ski-mask'
Fell in love with the feelin' of RPT's
She love the AP, she touchin' my skeeze
I told a bitch, I'm with the cat, I'm Kareem
A Famous Dex song, oh man, god damn
My bitch named Kim, I ain't talkin' 'bout SKIMS
My bitch named Kim, like Kanye ex
I got her a house, could've bought a Patek
Chrome Heart too cheap but I'm still havin' sex
I ain't even ask the bitch, "I could fuck", she said, "Yes"
[?], I ain't talkin' 'bout Les
I ain't take her ona date, she gon' pull up her dress
Had a .30 in school, my book-bag was a mess
I'm a percocet zombie, it's eatin' my flesh (Mmh, mmh)
With the Drac', I'll put a hole in it, (Huh), get a nigga gone
She wanna slide here after midnight, sing one of my songs
My dawg end up callin' nigga, not a prone
I'm feelin' like Sisqó, she take off the thong
Nigga keep bluffin', take his Draciom
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