Infinite

Minute by minute this shit ain't infinite
Limit my stimulant sober inch by inches
Growing every lynch pinches they just keep hitting
Just stay away awhile maybe do some more dishes

I been in this shit
Give another bite delicious
Maybe I'll take some extra that shit ain't right suspicious
You fucking bitches need some privileges but get nothin you fuckin wish
Been spending my money I'm in debt on weed and nic
Fuck I need that shit
Fuck I need it back
I'll attack this shit on the track
And in fact
Ima clap
Those motherfuckin buns til you layin on that back
Then I'll spread you out like sauce
Get you crossed
Get you flossed

Rush in like you're missin munchin
On that something
That damn somethings coming
I ain't even rushing finishing my blunt
And nobody gon' fuckin touch me
I ain't even get the buzz see
That shit hush me
I'm done running outta fuckin money
Molly Percocet that shit don't threat me
Don't need attention regretting my ending
You bitches putting on the pressure could get lectured
I'll be Mr. Professor test you on pleasure



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Writer(s): Lance Gross
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