RCH Porter - Off a Pill Lyrics

Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea

Off a pill, off a pill, off a pill
Off a pill, off a pill, off a pill
Off a pill, off a pill, off a pill
Off a pill, off a pill, off a pill
I cant feel my body, Please call somebody
Off a pill, off a pill, off a pill
Off a pill, off a pill, off a pill

Off a pill got, hundred scripts, hundred whips
Off a pill in the kitchen cooking shit
Why do dat, out my mind I done f*cked it up
Tried to lock it, my wrist is off what the f*ck
I got drugs bitch come get on this yellow bus
Off a pill f*cked her good, long and hard
Phone ring what that is, bitch the money call
I got thirties baby come the f*ck to marz
I got thirties nigga you don't want no war
See this panda don't be scared its a f*ckin car
Off a pill finger up nigga f*ck the law
Dick hard and she can't feel her f*cking jaw

Off a pill this a five pop another one
Got my strap that bitch jam got my other one
They off pills bitches claiming that's my f*ckin son
Thats my Girl I mean she was bitch the other month
Off a pill drunk as hell serving sales
I run out my second job serving bells
I ain't got it it's getting shipped through the mail
Free my Brodie he get it in through the jail
Clientele paying double what the hell
In a tel with a bitch popping pills
Pussy gud ass fat fake or real
Money long check my banks Uncle Phil

Off a pill, off a pill, off a pill
Off a pill, off a pill, off a pill
Off a pill, off a pill, off a pill
Off a pill, off a pill, off a pill
I cant feel my body, Please call somebody
Off a pill, off a pill, off a pill
Off a pill, off a pill, off a pill