Brain Cells

Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah

Got that heat on my waistline, pop
See me don't say none, nah
Quit with the games, stop, stop
We do not play none, ha
I do not waste time, no
Bitch with her face down, woah
Smoked all the dank, smoke, smoke
Killin' my brain cells, oh

Yeah, yeah
Killin' my brain cells, woah
I cannot stay no more
Killin' my brain cells, woah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I been on the road, been on the road I feel it vibin'
Workin' all the time I'm tryna keep open my eyelids
They want me to go, no they don't really like us
But everything I touch I turn to gold I feel like Midas, yeah
And it's every single night though
And every single night I gotta light up on a tight roll
Diamonds in the light glow dancin' like they Michael
Ballin' every time bullshittin' like I'm Michael

Still been on that BS, shit
Give no fucks about the defense, switch
Hit that hoe up with a finger roll, swish
Got the touch, Nintendo DS, bitch
All I know is never regress, nope
Movin' forward is the sequence, go
Doin' Bella like The Weeknd
Pop a Molly and she tweakin', woah, yeah

And she know she lit
Put her song on and she goin' in
I'm so gone I can't focus yet
iPhone dead, it got no percent, but
But she know she lit
Put her song on and she goin' in
I'm so gone I can't focus yet
iPhone dead, it got no percent

Heat on my waistline, pop
See me don't say none, nah
Quit with the games, stop, stop
We do not play none, ha
I do not waste time, no
Bitch with her face down, woah
Smoked all the dank, smoke, smoke
Killin' my brain cells, oh

Yeah, yeah
Killin' my brain cells, woah, ay, ay
I cannot stay no more, ay, ay
Killin' my brain cells, woah
I cannot stay no more

Put her song on and she goin' in
iPhone dead, it got no percent
Put her song and on she goin' in
iPhone dead, it got no percent



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Writer(s): Gian Bravo, Adam Lo
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