Suit Up
(Saahil You're So Wavy)
When I'm on the molly I turn savage
If you need some molly baby tap in
When I'm off the X or Oxy I don't know what happens
I can tell you need somebody that can make you happy
You know I'm him and I can tell
We can be rich junkies sippin' wok in all Chanel
Did things for this money that I should be burning in hell for
So baby please just wish me well
I get these texts from my ex that say she still love me
Every time I'm fuckin' on new hoes
Tens in my two seater driving down the hills with 2 hoes
Eight in my two liter pour it out for that boy you know
He wanted war so I called the gang and told 'em suit up
Still deciding on who gon' live and who gon' die
You know we winning you should've stayed on this side
We was born sinning it don't matter my reside
We gon get you don't matter if you apologize
You still gonna die
We found where you reside
I promise we gon' find you I'm not like these other guys
I can't wait 'till you die
Just think 'bout it giving me butterflies inside
You know I got mob ties
If you take one of mine you know we taking at least five
Yeah, look at me now I'mma star
At the very least I got my foot in the door
He so thirsty to be me he seeing mirages
Posting flicks of his garage with all rented cars
I don't do a lot but just enough
I don't feel no pain off all these drugs
Driving down the highway in foreign cars
Bitch just do what I say and have it all
Touch me, touch
I fiend for your touch babe, touch
I fiend for your lust not love
Can we just get drunk and fuck
I get these texts from my ex that say she still love me
Every time I'm fuckin' on new hoes
Tens in my two seater driving down the hills with 2 hoes
Eight in my two liter pour it out for that boy you know
He wanted war so I called the gang and told 'em suit up
I love how she act when she get drunk she so nasty
I love how I feel off this X I feel so happy
Love how she daps me up after sex she know we nothing
I'm way to young rich and handsome to think about cuffing
Yeah, yeah
Let's get drunk and fuck girl what you say
She think she fell in love with a soul seller
'Cus she look me in my eyes and seen through it all
When I'm on the molly I turn savage
If you need some molly baby tap in
When I'm off the X or Oxy I don't know what happens
I can tell you need somebody that can make you happy
You know I'm him and I can tell
We can be rich junkies sippin' wok in all Chanel
Did things for this money that I should be burning in hell for
So baby please just wish me well
I get these texts from my ex that say she still love me
Every time I'm fuckin' on new hoes
Tens in my two seater driving down the hills with 2 hoes
Eight in my two liter pour it out for that boy you know
He wanted war so I called the gang and told 'em suit up
Still deciding on who gon' live and who gon' die
You know we winning you should've stayed on this side
We was born sinning it don't matter my reside
We gon get you don't matter if you apologize
You still gonna die
We found where you reside
I promise we gon' find you I'm not like these other guys
I can't wait 'till you die
Just think 'bout it giving me butterflies inside
You know I got mob ties
If you take one of mine you know we taking at least five
Yeah, look at me now I'mma star
At the very least I got my foot in the door
He so thirsty to be me he seeing mirages
Posting flicks of his garage with all rented cars
I don't do a lot but just enough
I don't feel no pain off all these drugs
Driving down the highway in foreign cars
Bitch just do what I say and have it all
Touch me, touch
I fiend for your touch babe, touch
I fiend for your lust not love
Can we just get drunk and fuck
I get these texts from my ex that say she still love me
Every time I'm fuckin' on new hoes
Tens in my two seater driving down the hills with 2 hoes
Eight in my two liter pour it out for that boy you know
He wanted war so I called the gang and told 'em suit up
I love how she act when she get drunk she so nasty
I love how I feel off this X I feel so happy
Love how she daps me up after sex she know we nothing
I'm way to young rich and handsome to think about cuffing
Yeah, yeah
Let's get drunk and fuck girl what you say
She think she fell in love with a soul seller
'Cus she look me in my eyes and seen through it all
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Writer(s): Chirag Tiwari, Raq
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