Paralyzed
(You know who TF made it)
Yeah, I'm on the drugs lil' bitch, I'm fried, ayy
Pop this pill, it gon' leave you paralyzed, ayy
For this mill', I done paid like twenty-five hundred
I stayed down 'cause I know I got some racks coming
Flipping the [?], I'm on the drugs, they make me sick, huh
If I don't got it then I'll probably hit that lick, huh
Hop in the back, that bitch be swervin'
I'm not a waiter, but bitch, I'll serve this
Slide right by, let the tires burn it
She [?], I know what she worth
I need a mill' right now, I'm [?]
High as fuck, can't speak no words
I'm on the freeway pourin' syrup
I need three racks, pockets [?], yeah
Told my brother that we gon' go
I don't know what the fuck they waiting for
I grab my cup and pour, yeah
Uh, I can't tell you what I'm on
I'm in L.A. at the Lakers game, I'm sittin' on the floor
No bitch, you can't get no wedding ring if I can't get that throat
SKs and XDs is all we fuckin' tote
I-I-I-I'm gon' cross that line (Yeah)
Bitch, my Glock stay right here, are you gon' waste my time? (No)
I'm geekin' bitch, I'm outta here
I—I—I just wanna get geeked today
And I got Louis lenses, I can't see the shade
Seen him lacking, he gon' change up like a meter maid
Pistol-packing, got respect, yeah that's for you to pay
He too trendy, he just do shit 'cause it's cool today
I just fucked her in some Marni and some Gucci frames
Yeah, I'm on the drugs lil' bitch, I'm fried, ayy
Pop this pill, it gon' leave you paralyzed, ayy
For this mill', I done paid like twenty-five hundred
I stayed down 'cause I know I got some racks coming
Flipping the [?], I'm on the drugs, they make me sick, huh
If I don't got it then I'll probably hit that lick, huh
Hop in the back, that bitch be swervin'
I'm not a waiter, but bitch, I'll serve this
Slide right by, let the tires burn it
She [?], I know what she worth
I need a mill' right now, I'm [?]
High as fuck, can't speak no words
I'm on the freeway pourin' syrup
I need three racks, pockets [?], yeah
Told my brother that we gon' go
I don't know what the fuck they waiting for
I grab my cup and pour, yeah
(You know who TF made it)
Yeah, I'm on the drugs lil' bitch, I'm fried, ayy
Pop this pill, it gon' leave you paralyzed, ayy
For this mill', I done paid like twenty-five hundred
I stayed down 'cause I know I got some racks coming
Flipping the [?], I'm on the drugs, they make me sick, huh
If I don't got it then I'll probably hit that lick, huh
Hop in the back, that bitch be swervin'
I'm not a waiter, but bitch, I'll serve this
Slide right by, let the tires burn it
She [?], I know what she worth
I need a mill' right now, I'm [?]
High as fuck, can't speak no words
I'm on the freeway pourin' syrup
I need three racks, pockets [?], yeah
Told my brother that we gon' go
I don't know what the fuck they waiting for
I grab my cup and pour, yeah
Uh, I can't tell you what I'm on
I'm in L.A. at the Lakers game, I'm sittin' on the floor
No bitch, you can't get no wedding ring if I can't get that throat
SKs and XDs is all we fuckin' tote
I-I-I-I'm gon' cross that line (Yeah)
Bitch, my Glock stay right here, are you gon' waste my time? (No)
I'm geekin' bitch, I'm outta here
I—I—I just wanna get geeked today
And I got Louis lenses, I can't see the shade
Seen him lacking, he gon' change up like a meter maid
Pistol-packing, got respect, yeah that's for you to pay
He too trendy, he just do shit 'cause it's cool today
I just fucked her in some Marni and some Gucci frames
Yeah, I'm on the drugs lil' bitch, I'm fried, ayy
Pop this pill, it gon' leave you paralyzed, ayy
For this mill', I done paid like twenty-five hundred
I stayed down 'cause I know I got some racks coming
Flipping the [?], I'm on the drugs, they make me sick, huh
If I don't got it then I'll probably hit that lick, huh
Hop in the back, that bitch be swervin'
I'm not a waiter, but bitch, I'll serve this
Slide right by, let the tires burn it
She [?], I know what she worth
I need a mill' right now, I'm [?]
High as fuck, can't speak no words
I'm on the freeway pourin' syrup
I need three racks, pockets [?], yeah
Told my brother that we gon' go
I don't know what the fuck they waiting for
I grab my cup and pour, yeah
(You know who TF made it)
Credits
Writer(s): James Haley, Austin Skinner
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