Antidote
Don't you open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote
Poppin' pills is all we know
In the hills is all we know
Don't go through the front door
It's lowkey at the night show
So don't you open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote
Party on a Sunday
Do it all again on Monday
Spent a check on a weekend
I might do it all again
I just hit a three peat
Fucked three hoes I met this week
I don't do no old hoe
My nigga, that's a no-no
She just want the coco
I just want dinero
Who that at the front door?
If it's the feds, oh-no-no-no
Stackin' up day to day
Young nigga you know you gotta go get it, go get it
They hatin', they stinkin', they waitin'
Don't be mistaken, we dyin', they stayin'
Lord I'm on fire they think that I'm Satan
Callin' me crazy on different occasions
Kickin' the cameraman off of my stages
'Cause I don't like how he snappin' my angles
I'm overboard and I'm over-impatient
Over my niggas and these kids my ages
Dealin' with Mo' shit that's more complicated
Like these two bitches that might be related
H-Town, you got one and you Bun B like a number one
It's late night, got a late show
If you wanna roll, I got a place where
Don't you open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote
Poppin' pills is all we know
In the hills is all we know
Don't go through the front door
It's lowkey at the night show
So don't open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote
Don't you let out that antidote
Poppin' pills is all we know
In the hills is all we know
Don't go through the front door
It's lowkey at the night show
So don't you open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote
Party on a Sunday
Do it all again on Monday
Spent a check on a weekend
I might do it all again
I just hit a three peat
Fucked three hoes I met this week
I don't do no old hoe
My nigga, that's a no-no
She just want the coco
I just want dinero
Who that at the front door?
If it's the feds, oh-no-no-no
Stackin' up day to day
Young nigga you know you gotta go get it, go get it
They hatin', they stinkin', they waitin'
Don't be mistaken, we dyin', they stayin'
Lord I'm on fire they think that I'm Satan
Callin' me crazy on different occasions
Kickin' the cameraman off of my stages
'Cause I don't like how he snappin' my angles
I'm overboard and I'm over-impatient
Over my niggas and these kids my ages
Dealin' with Mo' shit that's more complicated
Like these two bitches that might be related
H-Town, you got one and you Bun B like a number one
It's late night, got a late show
If you wanna roll, I got a place where
Don't you open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote
Poppin' pills is all we know
In the hills is all we know
Don't go through the front door
It's lowkey at the night show
So don't open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote
Credits
Writer(s): Byran Van Mierlo, Leon Michels, Thomas Brenneck, Jacques Webster, David Guy, Nicholas Movshon, Homer Steinweiss, Ebony Oshunrinde
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