No Opioids
Hover it
Bitch I'm on the road to recovery
Always direct with my words ain't no subbing shit
I'm a dog I lick my wounds then I cover it
Here it is simply talking my shit through a symphony
All of us got our own problems
We grew out of that so spare me the sympathy
Always knew it was me and myself no CO when I fumbled on Tiffany
I'm from New York
Fucked a bad bitch at the Statue of Liberty
It's New Years Eve
Niggas was stealing was stealing my happiness
Needed more fucking with Den Of the Thieves
Wish that you wouldn't do me like that
Hurt my soul was wishing you peace
Opioids I was just drowning in sorrow think I was in too deep
Refresh button I hit it tomorrow I feel like I'm
I got a pocket full of the
I pop a bottle full of the
I hit a model she full of the
This is the motto I gotta go run it up
Me and the money to sum it up
Ain't talking loot shut it up
I give her dick ain't in love with her
Water on me like a Christening hydrating my wrist
You wasn't there for me why is you bitching then
I take care of my kids
Put down my drink it was dirty like Syphilis
Can't put my dick inna
Gave her the D And she K.O.
Love how she giving it up
33 G's in my pocket She dying for me
Meanwhile I'm living to fuck
Think about it, Cry in my v or cry in the cut
That's the thing about it
Either way I don't give a
Bitch I'm on the road to recovery
Always direct with my words ain't no subbing shit
I'm a dog I lick my wounds then I cover it
Here it is simply talking my shit through a symphony
All of us got our own problems
We grew out of that so spare me the sympathy
Always knew it was me and myself no CO when I fumbled on Tiffany
I'm from New York
Fucked a bad bitch at the Statue of Liberty
It's New Years Eve
Niggas was stealing was stealing my happiness
Needed more fucking with Den Of the Thieves
Wish that you wouldn't do me like that
Hurt my soul was wishing you peace
Opioids I was just drowning in sorrow think I was in too deep
Refresh button I hit it tomorrow I feel like I'm
I got a pocket full of the
I pop a bottle full of the
I hit a model she full of the
This is the motto I gotta go run it up
Me and the money to sum it up
Ain't talking loot shut it up
I give her dick ain't in love with her
Water on me like a Christening hydrating my wrist
You wasn't there for me why is you bitching then
I take care of my kids
Put down my drink it was dirty like Syphilis
Can't put my dick inna
Gave her the D And she K.O.
Love how she giving it up
33 G's in my pocket She dying for me
Meanwhile I'm living to fuck
Think about it, Cry in my v or cry in the cut
That's the thing about it
Either way I don't give a
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Writer(s): Davian Hart
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