Surgery Music 909Memphis

[Intro]
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Aye, KBeaZy, you fyed up

[Chorus]
Hoe, I'm fyed up, what you think about it?
I'm rollin' off Percocet, why the hell these hoes be wildin'?
If I have to take more meds, I might have to live in asylum
I'd rather count up than go dead, baby, I'm not tryna be violent
Baby, who you workin' for? I can't let you know how I'm feelin'
You're the one I adore, deep stroke when I'm all in it
Bounce that ass on the floor, I can't fuck with you for no reason
Hopin' you not a whore, oh

[Verse 1]
Me and my goon strapped like a dyke
Run away from us up in the night
Oh, that's Memph? Yeah hoe, alright
I'm fuckin' that bitch 'til that hoe cry
We ran up in the trap and stole that pipe
She wanna cuff me then that's my wife
I'm doin' these wrongs but they feel right
Hoe, don't try to play me, it's on sight
Thought I said I need that money, baby?
I'm smokin' gas, I'm with your hoe, feel lazy
Pulled up in a Beamer, now I'm feelin' wavy
Oh, that's your girl but that hoe my lady