Medication
She know that I'm popular, I'm tryna get me an Oscar ya
I'm in the trap, tryna make a rack, tryna eat some lobster ya
She throw it back, ass kinda fat but don't wanna harm her
I be movin' medication, just call me a doctor ya
Hard times I be facin', you don't know 'bout that trauma ya
Facts I put it on my momma ya, used to steal at Dollarama ya
Now I'm 2 doors in a Honda ya
Dick in her guts, tuggin' on her weave, she call me her father ya
Fifteen in the trap, I was movin' bricks, feelin' like I'm carter ya
But I'm a doctor ya, tryna run up in my trap and I might have to spark at ya
I got some dogs and they off the leash they ready to bark at ya
Just started my program, I got my work in Antartica (Antarctica)
I keep a 9 just for safety na na
And she tryna play me na na
OG's don't rate me ya ya
40 got no safety na na na
She know that I'm popular, I'm tryna get me Oscar ya
I'm in the trap, tryna make a rack, tryna eat some lobster ya
She throw it back, ass kinda fat but don't wanna harm her
I be movin' medication, just call me a doctor ya
Hard times I be facin', you don't know 'bout that trauma ya
Facts I put it on my momma ya, used to steal at Dollarama ya
Now I'm 2 doors in a Honda ya
Dick in her guts, tuggin' on her weave, she call me her father ya
Fifteen in the trap, I was movin' bricks, feelin' like I'm carter ya
They callin' me Christopher Coke
I be a plug on the southside you know that I get it by boat (boss)
My dick in her throat, while I'm countin' the bands
I got them racks in my hands, shawty she all in my pants
My diamonds they dance, I drip when I can
You know we slide in the Benz, hop out and we blam
Peppa Baby never ran, stick in my pants
I might just hop out and blam
She know that I'm popular, I'm tryna get me Oscar ya
I'm in the trap, tryna make a rack, tryna eat some lobster ya
She throw it back, ass kinda fat but don't wanna harm her
I be movin' medication, just call me a doctor ya
Hard times I be facin', you don't know 'bout that trauma ya
Facts I put it on my momma ya, used to steal at Dollarama ya
Now I'm 2 doors in a Honda ya
Dick in her guts, tuggin' on her weave, she call me her father ya
Fifteen in the trap, I was movin' bricks, feelin' like I'm carter
I'm in the trap, tryna make a rack, tryna eat some lobster ya
She throw it back, ass kinda fat but don't wanna harm her
I be movin' medication, just call me a doctor ya
Hard times I be facin', you don't know 'bout that trauma ya
Facts I put it on my momma ya, used to steal at Dollarama ya
Now I'm 2 doors in a Honda ya
Dick in her guts, tuggin' on her weave, she call me her father ya
Fifteen in the trap, I was movin' bricks, feelin' like I'm carter ya
But I'm a doctor ya, tryna run up in my trap and I might have to spark at ya
I got some dogs and they off the leash they ready to bark at ya
Just started my program, I got my work in Antartica (Antarctica)
I keep a 9 just for safety na na
And she tryna play me na na
OG's don't rate me ya ya
40 got no safety na na na
She know that I'm popular, I'm tryna get me Oscar ya
I'm in the trap, tryna make a rack, tryna eat some lobster ya
She throw it back, ass kinda fat but don't wanna harm her
I be movin' medication, just call me a doctor ya
Hard times I be facin', you don't know 'bout that trauma ya
Facts I put it on my momma ya, used to steal at Dollarama ya
Now I'm 2 doors in a Honda ya
Dick in her guts, tuggin' on her weave, she call me her father ya
Fifteen in the trap, I was movin' bricks, feelin' like I'm carter ya
They callin' me Christopher Coke
I be a plug on the southside you know that I get it by boat (boss)
My dick in her throat, while I'm countin' the bands
I got them racks in my hands, shawty she all in my pants
My diamonds they dance, I drip when I can
You know we slide in the Benz, hop out and we blam
Peppa Baby never ran, stick in my pants
I might just hop out and blam
She know that I'm popular, I'm tryna get me Oscar ya
I'm in the trap, tryna make a rack, tryna eat some lobster ya
She throw it back, ass kinda fat but don't wanna harm her
I be movin' medication, just call me a doctor ya
Hard times I be facin', you don't know 'bout that trauma ya
Facts I put it on my momma ya, used to steal at Dollarama ya
Now I'm 2 doors in a Honda ya
Dick in her guts, tuggin' on her weave, she call me her father ya
Fifteen in the trap, I was movin' bricks, feelin' like I'm carter
Credits
Writer(s): Hoodbaby Peppa
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