2predictable

She getting high, I'm sneaking Percocet
When her stomach hurt, she mention me
Too predictable, ain't worth a text
Ain't even eating, how you shit on me
700 Horses and I bet on each
I want an endorsement so I'm high on lean
Codeine only diet but she boujee eat
My day ones doing fraud, never lied to me
Turn a wannabe city girl to JT
And I fix the broken heart with purple drink
Why eyes on me home, I be paranoid
How you make a target out of lovely me
But I'm only in the hood because I can't find no lean
Back to Hollywood where they lie to eat
They'll leave you broke and x'd up out a dream
And since my grandma think I'm rich she say, "Help ol' poor me
She getting high, I'm sneaking Percocet
Aye, ooh, aye, aye, aye
She getting high, I'm sneaking Percocet
When her stomach hurt, she mention me
She getting high, I'm sneaking Percocet
When her stomach hurt, she mention me
She getting high, I'm sneaking Percocet
She getting high, I'm sneaking Percocet



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Writer(s): Lucki Camel, Nicholas David Druelinger
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