Think imma another pill
Hit you in yo’ grill
Everybody lame
Don’t know what to feel
f#ckin’ all these b#tches, man I really need to chill
I f#ck up a hundred bands, then I back a mil’
Think imma another pill
Hit you in yo’ grill
Everybody lame
Don’t know what to feel
f#ckin’ all these b#tches, man I really need to chill
I f#ck up a hundred bands, then I back a mil’
Committing treason, f#cking on these b#tches and my fans
Yo b#tch got her hands down my pants
Countin’ all these f#cking bands
Popping out every night (yeah)
Tryna get that sprite (yeah)
f#ckin’ yo b#tch I might (yeah)
I just wanna feel alright
Uh, I don’t wanna be yo right man
But you really gotta stop taking my Vyvanse
Out like a light (yeah)
You tryna’ fight (yeah)
Hit you with this right (yeah)
You gon’ be alright
Maybе just tonight
It’s time to stop (yeah)
I’m on the clock
Finna hit you with this block
Gonna Milly-f#cking-rock
Finna givе you this Cock-with-a-Glock
b#tch, we can inter-lock
At the top, I won’t stop
Man you a f#cking Op
Mess around get dropped (man)
Swat Mans
Think imma another pill
Hit you in yo’ grill
Everybody lame
Don’t know what to feel
f#ckin’ all these b#tches, man I really need to chill
I f#ck up a hundred bands, then I back a mil’
Committing treason, f#cking on these b#tches and my fans
Yo b#tch got her hands down my pants
Countin’ all these f#cking bands
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