(Yeah)
I been up for like two days
Two days
(Yeah)
I don't know what's going on
(Yeah Huh) What's the verdict? Eleven thirty
Turn up turn up pill poppin stomach hurting
Stomach burning I'm bout to murder
Young Whispers f*ckin bitches spittin verses (Yeah)
I couldn't sleep at night I don't let them see that side
I'm getting reefer high think will they believe my lies?
Pull up on my side girl I want to see them eyes
I wanna do it my way
Imma do it my way
Trappin state to state that boy on his second play
Makin money makin music had to make a way
Wakin up inside the hills that's my day to day
Twenty three nights up on them pills that's a fadeaway
Wakin up where I don't stay that's my favorite place
Them boys back out with that K you won't say my name
I let her rockout with my chain now she got Whispers fame
They wanna pull up wit the gang boy this shit not a game
(Game)
(Game)
(Game)
(Game)
(Yeah Huh) What's the verdict? Eleven thirty
Turn up turn up pill poppin stomach hurting
Stomach burning I'm bout to murder
Young Whispers f*ckin bitches spittin verses (Yeah)
These niggas cloning like why yo girl keep phonin?
Im known for folding can't keep up with this motion
I got this potion no i don't really be smoking
I got this doja just don't choke up when you stoning
And we rolling off that 1942 this ain't no grey goose
(Yeah) Pour me a deuce got me feeling wavy as cantu
I just really hope when they see me they like I can too
All of my young niggas holdin sticks this ain't no bamboo
(Yeah Huh) What's the verdict? Eleven thirty
Turn up turn up pill poppin stomach hurting
Stomach burning I'm bout to murder
Young Whispers f*ckin bitches spittin verses (Yeah)
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(Yeah)
I been up for like two days
Two days
(Yeah)
I don't know what's going on
(Yeah Huh) What's the verdict? Eleven thirty
Turn up turn up pill poppin stomach hurting
Stomach burning I'm bout to murder
Young Whispers f*ckin bitches spittin verses (Yeah)
I couldn't sleep at night I don't let them see that side
I'm getting reefer high think will they believe my lies?
Pull up on my side girl I want to see them eyes
I wanna do it my way
Imma do it my way
Trappin state to state that boy on his second play
Makin money makin music had to make a way
Wakin up inside the hills that's my day to day
Twenty three nights up on them pills that's a fadeaway
Wakin up where I don't stay that's my favorite place
Them boys back out with that K you won't say my name
I let her rockout with my chain now she got Whispers fame
They wanna pull up wit the gang boy this shit not a game
(Game)
(Game)
(Game)
(Game)
(Yeah Huh) What's the verdict? Eleven thirty
Turn up turn up pill poppin stomach hurting
Stomach burning I'm bout to murder
Young Whispers f*ckin bitches spittin verses (Yeah)
These niggas cloning like why yo girl keep phonin?
Im known for folding can't keep up with this motion
I got this potion no i don't really be smoking
I got this doja just don't choke up when you stoning
And we rolling off that 1942 this ain't no grey goose
(Yeah) Pour me a deuce got me feeling wavy as cantu
I just really hope when they see me they like I can too
All of my young niggas holdin sticks this ain't no bamboo
(Yeah Huh) What's the verdict? Eleven thirty
Turn up turn up pill poppin stomach hurting
Stomach burning I'm bout to murder
Young Whispers f*ckin bitches spittin verses (Yeah)
I been up for like two days
Two days
(Yeah)
I don't know what's going on
(Yeah Huh) What's the verdict? Eleven thirty
Turn up turn up pill poppin stomach hurting
Stomach burning I'm bout to murder
Young Whispers f*ckin bitches spittin verses (Yeah)
I couldn't sleep at night I don't let them see that side
I'm getting reefer high think will they believe my lies?
Pull up on my side girl I want to see them eyes
I wanna do it my way
Imma do it my way
Trappin state to state that boy on his second play
Makin money makin music had to make a way
Wakin up inside the hills that's my day to day
Twenty three nights up on them pills that's a fadeaway
Wakin up where I don't stay that's my favorite place
Them boys back out with that K you won't say my name
I let her rockout with my chain now she got Whispers fame
They wanna pull up wit the gang boy this shit not a game
(Game)
(Game)
(Game)
(Game)
(Yeah Huh) What's the verdict? Eleven thirty
Turn up turn up pill poppin stomach hurting
Stomach burning I'm bout to murder
Young Whispers f*ckin bitches spittin verses (Yeah)
These niggas cloning like why yo girl keep phonin?
Im known for folding can't keep up with this motion
I got this potion no i don't really be smoking
I got this doja just don't choke up when you stoning
And we rolling off that 1942 this ain't no grey goose
(Yeah) Pour me a deuce got me feeling wavy as cantu
I just really hope when they see me they like I can too
All of my young niggas holdin sticks this ain't no bamboo
(Yeah Huh) What's the verdict? Eleven thirty
Turn up turn up pill poppin stomach hurting
Stomach burning I'm bout to murder
Young Whispers f*ckin bitches spittin verses (Yeah)
Writer: Thomas Siwik
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid