Intoxicated
Bitch, my heartbeat racin', I'm speed ballin', I'm off lean and X
(Ayo, that's nickk)
Nigga say he want smoke with me (bitch, haha!)
He ain't know we was ridin' 'round with them TECs
Scope on that bitch, I'm shootin' from long range, like I'm Jimmer Fredette
Your girl a freak, tryna get in my pants
At the dealership, I think I want a new Benz
I'm with some European hoes, they speakin' French
That money be blowin', thought I had a fan
That money look good, I'ma make love with it
Told her take it back, I don't need it
In the Trackhawk baby, I'm speedin'
I'm with Rush, think I'm a demon
Bitch, I been up for the whole week geekin'
Bitch, I get fly as fuck every season
But I get high as fuck every day (get high)
I'm killin' that pussy, I just caught a case, yeah
That money counter add shit up fast (bee, bee)
Stop worrying 'bout me boy, you goin' out sad, yeah, woah
These diamonds all over my body
That shit be coolin' my flesh, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm posted in the A off drank
She don't pop pills, but she wanna do coke
I can't feel my face 'til my whole body floatin'
Pass me my gun, I think that's an opponent
I'm too tapped in, leave your ass in a morgue
She keep asking questions, no, I don't play sports
We keep goin' back and forth, like tug of war
I keep goin' back to the drugs when I'm bored
My heartbeat racin', I'm speed ballin', I'm off lean and X
Nigga say he want smoke with me
He ain't know we was ridin' 'round with them TECs
Scope on that bitch, I'm shootin' from long range, like I'm Jimmer Fredette
Your girl a freak, tryna get in my pants
At the dealership, I think I want a new Benz
I'm with some European hoes, they speakin' French
That money be blowin', thought I had a fan
That money look good, I'ma make love with it
Told her take it back, I don't need it
In the Trackhawk baby, I'm speedin'
I'm with Rush, think I'm a demon
Bitch, I been up for the whole week geekin'
Bitch, I get fly as fuck every season
But I get high as fuck every day (get high)
(Bitch, haha!) I'm killin' that pussy, I just caught a case, yeah
That money counter add shit up fast (bee, bee)
Stop worrying 'bout me boy, you goin' out sad
(Ayo, that's nickk)
Nigga say he want smoke with me (bitch, haha!)
He ain't know we was ridin' 'round with them TECs
Scope on that bitch, I'm shootin' from long range, like I'm Jimmer Fredette
Your girl a freak, tryna get in my pants
At the dealership, I think I want a new Benz
I'm with some European hoes, they speakin' French
That money be blowin', thought I had a fan
That money look good, I'ma make love with it
Told her take it back, I don't need it
In the Trackhawk baby, I'm speedin'
I'm with Rush, think I'm a demon
Bitch, I been up for the whole week geekin'
Bitch, I get fly as fuck every season
But I get high as fuck every day (get high)
I'm killin' that pussy, I just caught a case, yeah
That money counter add shit up fast (bee, bee)
Stop worrying 'bout me boy, you goin' out sad, yeah, woah
These diamonds all over my body
That shit be coolin' my flesh, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm posted in the A off drank
She don't pop pills, but she wanna do coke
I can't feel my face 'til my whole body floatin'
Pass me my gun, I think that's an opponent
I'm too tapped in, leave your ass in a morgue
She keep asking questions, no, I don't play sports
We keep goin' back and forth, like tug of war
I keep goin' back to the drugs when I'm bored
My heartbeat racin', I'm speed ballin', I'm off lean and X
Nigga say he want smoke with me
He ain't know we was ridin' 'round with them TECs
Scope on that bitch, I'm shootin' from long range, like I'm Jimmer Fredette
Your girl a freak, tryna get in my pants
At the dealership, I think I want a new Benz
I'm with some European hoes, they speakin' French
That money be blowin', thought I had a fan
That money look good, I'ma make love with it
Told her take it back, I don't need it
In the Trackhawk baby, I'm speedin'
I'm with Rush, think I'm a demon
Bitch, I been up for the whole week geekin'
Bitch, I get fly as fuck every season
But I get high as fuck every day (get high)
(Bitch, haha!) I'm killin' that pussy, I just caught a case, yeah
That money counter add shit up fast (bee, bee)
Stop worrying 'bout me boy, you goin' out sad
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Writer(s): Kevin Ray Gainer
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