Gohn Ohn
I done ran up all this cash so you could leave me alone
Tell me these fuckers buggin, yeah just put down the phone
I'll just put you to the side, let down no one
Any time this shit get rough, I just keep going on
(I just keep going on)
Still sipping on strong
I aint lost my ways, pussy, yeah ill just go back home
I aint lying, I aint kizz homie, I just don't front
If I say Vexie got it on him, homie, go for a run
Don't be flexing all that NoDoz
You aint wok it down, you aint sip purple
Swear I know some clowns going around
Saying that they sipping like a quarter
All these fuckers addicted to these drugs
I'm addicted to the money, and I aint gon give it up
If you sippin on that 'Tussin, then you don't got to double up
I got bread, I got funds and I'm bout to go fuck it up
Take that perc homie, tell me how it feels
I don't get lost inside these drugs I keep my chill
Keep on emptying out those dry pockets, for real
Got to keep my brothers up, we gon make mills
Whats the deal?
Don't piss, don't break the seal
You aint seen my field
Got it out the Ville
Got about a year on these fuckers
Close my ears
I cant hear
(oh my)
I done ran up all this cash so you could leave me alone
Tell me these fuckers buggin, yeah just put down the phone
I'll just put you to the side, let down no one
Any time this shit get rough, I just keep going on
(I just keep going on)
Still sipping on strong
I aint lost my ways, pussy, yeah ill just go back home
I aint lying, I aint kizz homie, I just don't front
If I say Vexie got it on him, homie, go for a run
Tell me these fuckers buggin, yeah just put down the phone
I'll just put you to the side, let down no one
Any time this shit get rough, I just keep going on
(I just keep going on)
Still sipping on strong
I aint lost my ways, pussy, yeah ill just go back home
I aint lying, I aint kizz homie, I just don't front
If I say Vexie got it on him, homie, go for a run
Don't be flexing all that NoDoz
You aint wok it down, you aint sip purple
Swear I know some clowns going around
Saying that they sipping like a quarter
All these fuckers addicted to these drugs
I'm addicted to the money, and I aint gon give it up
If you sippin on that 'Tussin, then you don't got to double up
I got bread, I got funds and I'm bout to go fuck it up
Take that perc homie, tell me how it feels
I don't get lost inside these drugs I keep my chill
Keep on emptying out those dry pockets, for real
Got to keep my brothers up, we gon make mills
Whats the deal?
Don't piss, don't break the seal
You aint seen my field
Got it out the Ville
Got about a year on these fuckers
Close my ears
I cant hear
(oh my)
I done ran up all this cash so you could leave me alone
Tell me these fuckers buggin, yeah just put down the phone
I'll just put you to the side, let down no one
Any time this shit get rough, I just keep going on
(I just keep going on)
Still sipping on strong
I aint lost my ways, pussy, yeah ill just go back home
I aint lying, I aint kizz homie, I just don't front
If I say Vexie got it on him, homie, go for a run
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Writer(s): Bailey Young
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