Lyrics
Bandana on my head looking like Pac
Cartier his watch heard he got popped
I suffer a lot but suffer in silence
Need some head or I might get violent
Got a lot of pills don't be shy just try it
Half and half got my serotonin high
Lotta love to pass around baby girl, you so fine
Started with joints now we on pharmaceuticals
Maybe its karma maybe it suiting us
And fuck 12 they way too scrutinous
Fuck all bitches who say that they through with us
Cant fall in love with a bougie bitch
Cant hear you, if your booty ain't thick
Put a lot of work going acoustic
Got a lotta homies some carry boom sticks
The drugs keep on calling
The drugs keep on calling
The comedown euphoric
Handful of pills for the mourning
Wake up pass out my everyday story
Snort a line oxy no longer boxed in
Bad bitch foxy addicted but godsent
She got two friends I'm down for the foursome
Everybody wanna be your bitch when you got drugs
She got a man she liking my pics
She ain't a fan but she want this dick
Baby I can prove to you my tongue is slick
Make her break up I call that a lick
Serotonin high no need for spit
Pull out at the climax no need for kids
Wont text her back if her head game is weak
Yeah
Got a lot of lean baby girl don't be shy
Half and half got your serotonin high
You don't wanna die tonight
Yeah
Got a lotta pills baby girl don't be shy
Half and half got your serotonin high
Lotta love getting passed around
But I want yours tonight
Taste the codeine when you kiss my lips (Yeah)
All this shit so foreign but you feel the bliss (Yeah)
Take another sip keep moving your hips
If its hard to breathe just take another sniff (Yeah)
You might just, seize end up deceased
Don't blame it on me
When your grinding your teeth
And its getting hard to sleep
Fiending for lean
I'll be deep in the next girl phone on DND
Yeah
Yeah
Bandana on my head looking like Pac
Cartier his watch heard he got popped
I suffer a lot but suffer in silence
Need some head or I might get violent
Got a lot of pills don't be shy just try it
Half and half got my serotonin high
Lotta love to pass around baby girl, you so fine
Started with joints now we on pharmaceuticals
Maybe its karma maybe it suiting us
And fuck 12 they way too scrutinous
Fuck all bitches who say that they through with us
Cant fall in love with a bougie bitch
Cant hear you, if your booty ain't thick
Put a lot of work going acoustic
Got a lotta homies some carry boom sticks
WRITERS
Abdullah Anjum
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