Swear my heart colder and numb as a bitch
Off a Perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em I quit 'em that's it
Hold the line, f*ck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me they're my friends
I might geek all night 'til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend
Swear my heart colder and numb as a bitch
Off a Perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em I quit 'em that's it
Hold the line, f*ck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me they're my friends
I might geek all night 'til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend, yeah
Crushin' on a Perc know better
We outside frontline for the cheddar
All these drugs got me feelin' under weather
Can't be in my feelings I'm around killers, get up
And she suckin' dick to the tip with her chin up
Bangin' on my line lil' thot, why you fiendi'?
Hopped out, my mama know damn well I'm a demon
Niggas said they outside we don't really see them
Hopped out a hundred bands now I'm really geekin'
Runnin' to the check no flex, this defense
Broke ass nigga ain't from my region
This a Audemars Piguet I know you peep this
Ayy, broke ass niggas still shot back Nieman's
No angel dust on the beat, young nigga tweakin'
Big bank, lil' bank, John Cena can't see me
Tryna take all my energy now she a heathen
Bone got it out all the time, so we creepin'
And my face be too gated whenever I'm greetin'
She sucked the cream out the dick I'm a Twinkie
Rub on her foot from the back call her pinky
Ball on a opp 'cause that nigga a pip squeak
They don't hear shots from that Glock 'til they dipping
Please don't test Tate 'cause he totin' a Blicky
Maple syrup her pussy I eat it, too sticky
Swear my heart colder and numb as a bitch
Off a Perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em I quit 'em that's it
Hold the line, f*ck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me they're my friends
I might geek all night 'til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend
Swear my heart colder and numb as a bitch
Off a Perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em I quit 'em that's it
Hold the line, f*ck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me they're my friends
I might geek all night 'til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend, yeah
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Swear my heart colder and numb as a bitch
Off a Perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em I quit 'em that's it
Hold the line, f*ck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me they're my friends
I might geek all night 'til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend
Swear my heart colder and numb as a bitch
Off a Perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em I quit 'em that's it
Hold the line, f*ck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me they're my friends
I might geek all night 'til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend, yeah
Crushin' on a Perc know better
We outside frontline for the cheddar
All these drugs got me feelin' under weather
Can't be in my feelings I'm around killers, get up
And she suckin' dick to the tip with her chin up
Bangin' on my line lil' thot, why you fiendi'?
Hopped out, my mama know damn well I'm a demon
Niggas said they outside we don't really see them
Hopped out a hundred bands now I'm really geekin'
Runnin' to the check no flex, this defense
Broke ass nigga ain't from my region
This a Audemars Piguet I know you peep this
Ayy, broke ass niggas still shot back Nieman's
No angel dust on the beat, young nigga tweakin'
Big bank, lil' bank, John Cena can't see me
Tryna take all my energy now she a heathen
Bone got it out all the time, so we creepin'
And my face be too gated whenever I'm greetin'
She sucked the cream out the dick I'm a Twinkie
Rub on her foot from the back call her pinky
Ball on a opp 'cause that nigga a pip squeak
They don't hear shots from that Glock 'til they dipping
Please don't test Tate 'cause he totin' a Blicky
Maple syrup her pussy I eat it, too sticky
Swear my heart colder and numb as a bitch
Off a Perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em I quit 'em that's it
Hold the line, f*ck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me they're my friends
I might geek all night 'til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend
Swear my heart colder and numb as a bitch
Off a Perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em I quit 'em that's it
Hold the line, f*ck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me they're my friends
I might geek all night 'til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend, yeah
Off a Perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em I quit 'em that's it
Hold the line, f*ck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me they're my friends
I might geek all night 'til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend
Swear my heart colder and numb as a bitch
Off a Perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em I quit 'em that's it
Hold the line, f*ck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me they're my friends
I might geek all night 'til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend, yeah
Crushin' on a Perc know better
We outside frontline for the cheddar
All these drugs got me feelin' under weather
Can't be in my feelings I'm around killers, get up
And she suckin' dick to the tip with her chin up
Bangin' on my line lil' thot, why you fiendi'?
Hopped out, my mama know damn well I'm a demon
Niggas said they outside we don't really see them
Hopped out a hundred bands now I'm really geekin'
Runnin' to the check no flex, this defense
Broke ass nigga ain't from my region
This a Audemars Piguet I know you peep this
Ayy, broke ass niggas still shot back Nieman's
No angel dust on the beat, young nigga tweakin'
Big bank, lil' bank, John Cena can't see me
Tryna take all my energy now she a heathen
Bone got it out all the time, so we creepin'
And my face be too gated whenever I'm greetin'
She sucked the cream out the dick I'm a Twinkie
Rub on her foot from the back call her pinky
Ball on a opp 'cause that nigga a pip squeak
They don't hear shots from that Glock 'til they dipping
Please don't test Tate 'cause he totin' a Blicky
Maple syrup her pussy I eat it, too sticky
Swear my heart colder and numb as a bitch
Off a Perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em I quit 'em that's it
Hold the line, f*ck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me they're my friends
I might geek all night 'til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend
Swear my heart colder and numb as a bitch
Off a Perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em I quit 'em that's it
Hold the line, f*ck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me they're my friends
I might geek all night 'til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend, yeah
Writer: Chris Curtis, Isaiah Rivera
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.