Poison
I'm doing dope
I kind of hope that it kill me
You really wouldn't know what I'm feeling
I'm filling up baggies with pills and I'm stacking
But every time I cop a pack back to nill
And we really been hustling
This batch hitting make you go bat shit
Go and tell your momma and your brother and your cousin 'nem
Poison, they loving it
I remember tripping off acid skipping class
And getting searched by the pigs
Cause we were smoking on the park bench
And I remember telling shawty - shut the fuck up
Cause she moaning too loud in my mom and dad apartment
But I can't remember quite when it all got so dark, man
I recall shawty riding while I'm nodding off, thinking I might die
Brody OD'd off my shit - I almost cried
Now I'm doing dope
I kind of hope that it kill me
You really wouldn't know what I'm feeling
I'm filling up baggies with pills and I'm stacking
But every time I cop a pack back to nill
And we really been hustling
This batch hitting make you go bat shit
Go and tell your momma and your brother and your cousin 'nem
Poison, they loving it
Feel like I manage a fucking McDonald's
I ain't seen no goddamn Escobar dollars
Blow a pack on a bitch I gotta get some more tomorrow
How I end up in the red - sorry that I left you on read
And went ghost and then you saw me at the party - Awkward
But it's two fifty an eighth if you want work
Split it with your homegirls, let's get litty
Goth friend popping out a titty now
Wine up your waist
I'm bending fire let's light up the place
And I got it on lock like I am the safe
And I probably won't stop til I'm in the grave
I'm doing great
I hope that I live forever
Side thing in stilettos and leather
She told me no hands - whatever
Throw her on the bed get her wetter
Don't call for a week, then I wrote her a letter said
I'm doing dope
I kind of hope that it kill me
You really wouldn't know what I'm feeling
I'm filling up baggies with pills and I'm stacking
But every time I cop a pack back to nill
And we really been hustling
This batch hitting make you go bat shit
Go and tell your momma and your brother and your cousin 'nem
Poison, they loving it
I kind of hope that it kill me
You really wouldn't know what I'm feeling
I'm filling up baggies with pills and I'm stacking
But every time I cop a pack back to nill
And we really been hustling
This batch hitting make you go bat shit
Go and tell your momma and your brother and your cousin 'nem
Poison, they loving it
I remember tripping off acid skipping class
And getting searched by the pigs
Cause we were smoking on the park bench
And I remember telling shawty - shut the fuck up
Cause she moaning too loud in my mom and dad apartment
But I can't remember quite when it all got so dark, man
I recall shawty riding while I'm nodding off, thinking I might die
Brody OD'd off my shit - I almost cried
Now I'm doing dope
I kind of hope that it kill me
You really wouldn't know what I'm feeling
I'm filling up baggies with pills and I'm stacking
But every time I cop a pack back to nill
And we really been hustling
This batch hitting make you go bat shit
Go and tell your momma and your brother and your cousin 'nem
Poison, they loving it
Feel like I manage a fucking McDonald's
I ain't seen no goddamn Escobar dollars
Blow a pack on a bitch I gotta get some more tomorrow
How I end up in the red - sorry that I left you on read
And went ghost and then you saw me at the party - Awkward
But it's two fifty an eighth if you want work
Split it with your homegirls, let's get litty
Goth friend popping out a titty now
Wine up your waist
I'm bending fire let's light up the place
And I got it on lock like I am the safe
And I probably won't stop til I'm in the grave
I'm doing great
I hope that I live forever
Side thing in stilettos and leather
She told me no hands - whatever
Throw her on the bed get her wetter
Don't call for a week, then I wrote her a letter said
I'm doing dope
I kind of hope that it kill me
You really wouldn't know what I'm feeling
I'm filling up baggies with pills and I'm stacking
But every time I cop a pack back to nill
And we really been hustling
This batch hitting make you go bat shit
Go and tell your momma and your brother and your cousin 'nem
Poison, they loving it
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Writer(s): Gregory Stanger
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