Slumboywit - THERAPY (feat. TOOLIE) Lyrics

Ayy Nils, you got it....
Still ridin' with all these blicks I'm gettin' money, this shit be therapy
Why the f*ck you toatin but you ain't shootin'? Bitch, you scarin' me
So high up in this room, it's so much smoke, I can see shit barely
I'm a dog that canine shit for life, It's f*ck you, bitch, don't spare me
I was 16, lit as f*ck, I was flyin' round in a private jets
How the f*ck I get here? I was just ridin' round up on the Met
Really like that, playin' for keeps, this ain't no gimmick, bitch, don't forget
I take the faygo everywhere I go, that drank be all up in my mix
(Bitch, that drank)
Broke bitch, you can't even pay yo rent
But you poppin' all on the net, it make no sense
Can't fool me twice, yeah, I really know what's meant
All this sacrifice, do you know how much time we spent...
Red light, green light, Ion give a f*ck, all I know is go
Locked in, geeked up, gettin' that money, I been in that mode
Can't do regular shit, I need exotic shit on all my hoes
Fifty thousand cash in a week, can't even fold
Ain't no respect for none of these thots, I do em cold
Keep on spinnin' back-to-back, payin' us what you owe
That bitch keep askin' about my business, that hoe too bold
Like it ain't serious, naw foreal, I might kill you if you know
Out the gutter, out the dirt, but I turned that shit to gold
With my brothers, yeah, my nines, yeah, they know that shit for sure
This shit contagious when I slide, they can't keep up with my flow
Gotta watch who around me when my time, youn really know till you really know
Still ridin' with all these blicks I'm gettin' money, this shit be therapy
Why the f*ck you toatin but you ain't shootin'? Bitch, you scarin' me
So high up in this room, it's so much smoke, I can see shit barely
I'm a dog that canine shit for life, It's f*ck you, bitch, don't spare me
I was 16, lit as f*ck, I was flyin' round in a private jets
How the f*ck I get here? I was just ridin' round up on the Met
Really like that, playin' for keeps, this ain't no gimmick, bitch, don't forget
I take the faygo everywhere I go, that drank be all up in my mix
(Bitch, that drank)
Yeah, livin' that luxury lifestyle
Lookin' at the bloody moon, makin' some plays in Smyrna
He was talkin' that big-dog shit, so we burnt' em
I ain't had no strikes in the streets, so I earned em
$200 for the shoes, bitch, tryna f*ck for a lil' sip of booze
Niggas don't f*ck with K9, they know we got blicks, they know we don't lose
Roll that Cee-Lo up, four, five, six, you know I don't lose
I ain't gon' hold you up, Micro, Draco, big ol' boom
Niggas some real pill-poppers, ion BS, f*ck crime stoppers
Niggas gon' pull up to your spot, automatic handguns, automatic choppers
Bullets hit your brain, automatic death, ain't no doctor
As long as we keep the pots on, as long as we keep the locks on