October Video (MV)

Oh, you can catch me In that field I'm with dem Goonies Baby
Spend ten racks then make it back, I'm ridin' around with my toolie baby
Sippin on red drank
Uh
Codeine got me woozy baby
I must be honest, the money I got is demonic
Got the trap house jumpin' wit bitches way out in Milan
Got some real-deal junkies that help me stretch my money long
I got Reed Richards bands my money stretch that shit don't stop
Jamaican bitch out in France her titties poking through her top
Had to drop-top my bitch in the back of the latest Benz
I'm a star player baby shootin' scoring shit for the win
Being heartbroken it don't change me
Being heartbroken it won't change me
Pill residue in my nose you caught me lacking
I'm totin AR Pistols in London it's not the fashion
Got the Six Shooter on me, Evil hoes is what I'm attracting
Steady countin' blue hunnits, fingers itching from all the thumbin'
Feel like Jamie St Patrick, scaring bitches I go Ghost
Uh
In the back of the Double R gettin' head while I smoke my dope
Got a couple of bad hoes trynna f*ck put my dick in they throat
Me and E-Money counting money, Got a perc in my tummy
Aint no Jordan Peele baby we some druggies inside a Sunken Place
Love my girl crazy, she wavy, love it when I f*ck her face
Rockstar Chains & Diamond Rings
Vs drip like Everglade
I sniff white like Whitney, Hey
I take pills to meditate
Overdosing to the face
OxyContin be my bae
Rockin Red October, Sippin Red I'm never sober
Shoot the K, Split his brains, spreading shit like jelly jam
Couple rackies for a feature
You niggas faggots just like divas
Way too high baby I can't get down I'm smokin' Cherry Blaze
When I'm in that pussy I do my dance
I just spent ten bands on Cartier France
Cut off my bitch if she f*ck up again, I want her buddy Im f*ckin her friend
I'm mixin fashion don't care if it blend
I wanna die trynna reach to the end
Oh, you can catch me In that field I'm with dem Goonies Baby
Spend ten racks then make it back, I'm ridin' around with my toolie baby
Sippin on red drank
Uh
Codeine got me woozy baby
I must be honest, the money I got is demonic
Got the trap house jumpin' wit bitches way out in Milan
Got some real-deal junkies that help me stretch my money long
I got Reed Richards bands my money stretch that shit don't stop
Jamaican bitch out in France her titties poking through her top
Had to drop-top my bitch in the back of the latest Benz
I'm a star player baby shootin' scoring shit for the win
Being heartbroken it don't change me
Being heartbroken it won't change me
Pill residue in my nose you caught me lacking
I'm totin AR Pistols in London it's not the fashion
Got the Six Shooter on me, Evil hoes is what I'm attracting
Steady countin' blue hunnits, fingers itching from all the thumbin'