Getting High RRoxket

[Chorus]
A nigga don't want no beef wit me, tell 'em go eat his fries
Even when they close the DMV, trap be open wide
Might die if I go cold turkey on these percs, why even try
Come to the trap and we serve you a lil' bird, a Mordecai
Mom seen what I did soon as she turn on channel 5
Ain't no point interrogating me, I'm tellin lies
Free R Kelly, I pop perocets believin' I can fly
Please don't call me with emergency, I'm prolly gettin high
I'm prolly gettin high

[Verse]
Police stop me in this whip, turn to Mr. Nice
We don't call this shit a lick, call this shit a heist
Uncle locked up, see a snitch, know he finna slice
Only show love to the bitch, show love to the vibe
Found out that my cousin snitched, know I'm finna cry
Told my woedie suit up now, cause I don't like ties
Slide and shoot up this whole town, then I close my eyes
Twin be on his bloody shit, know he bang the fye
Stand over gang I seen his shit, no he not alive
All black and we creepin shit, we look like some spies
Stuck with the gang, hang with the gang, nigga, SUPER WHY!
I made bro my shooter, cause he aim precise
Told my shooter get em, he do it for a price
Twin say you got chill, why you shoot em cause of dice
I took two perc pills, I'm shooting shit tonight