peep Miller - Fanta Lyrics

Droppin' fours in my Fanta's
Better learn your manners
I'm on the road, I'm on the road, I'm on the road, yeah
Droppin' four, droppin' four, droppin' four, yeah
I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone, yeah
I can't be there for ya
Percs, I got more for ya
Kitchen counter got four of em
I can't love no more, yeah
I keep throwin' up, I just do too much
Call the plug up, I need Berry Kush
Got that blue Faygo, mixed with purple stuff
I can't feel my face, I think I'm numbin' up
She don't give no love, I don't give a f*ck
Got my money up, buyin' all this stuff
Hundred thousand dollar drugs, in this truck
Yeah, I got some more, I got some more, yeah, I got some more, yeah
I got some more, yeah
I got some more, yeah
I got some more, yeah
Yeah, I got some more for ya
I got some more for ya
(I got some more for ya)
(Yeah, I got some more for ya)
I got some more for ya
Yeah I got some more for-
Yeah, I got some more for ya
Yeah, I got some more for us
You know you the one that I trust
Yeah, my pockets fat as shit
Yeah, I walk around with a brick
I walk around with my blick
I don't carry blicks, but I got a bad bitch
Ass fat, pretty face, and some big tits
Been getting money, know I'm all about my business
Try to f*ck with me, you gon' get a couple stitches
See me in the gym, like I'm working on my fitness
Got so many clothes, when you see me, I'm so fitted
Everybody dying, no I'll never leave a witness
My entire driveway look like his f*ckin' wishlist
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got some money, yeah (I dont love ya )
(Yeah, yeah,)
I don't love ya
(Yeah, yeah)
Got no love for ya