No Blicky

I told my bitch come vibe, my shorty lay where the bumps be
I put my bitch in the ride, I put my bitch in the god damn front seat
Yeah, rollin up all of that sticky, I don't need no blicky to blow off yea head
Shorty she stay fuckin with me, I'm off of the pills and I'm sipping that red
I don't need a sign and I don't a label, I'm turning the table
I burn up these stages like fuck all these labels, turning the table, I might
Die I'm off that drank, OD'ing bopping candypaint
My bitch find me she gon' faint, hiding from the pain
Bitch I'm drowning in my brain

Lil bitch I'm drowning, shit I'm sickbody, I'm boutta steal yo chain
I drip like a fountain, that shit I'm counting up I got mound of bills in my bank
I'm pissy I'm pouting, I'm just tryna perky up and chase the malice outta my brain
I call the connect he serve and I'm leaning, I think I'm boutta buy a
Cane, on me, I burn thru the G's, please don't hit up my phone
Bitch gon get a lil bone its not free, bitch ain't leaving me lone
DND to the fucking death, don't hit up my phone
Big perky getting me stoned, outta my dome
Jump on my feet I'm thrown
All of these pills that I took to the face
I'm dying I can't even pick up the phone, leaving the earth a disgrace
Tryna cop a script of them blues, laying my body down to waste

I told my bitch come vibe, my shorty lay where the bumps be
I put my bitch in the ride, I put my bitch in the god damn front seat
Yeah, rollin up all of that sticky, I don't need no blicky to blow off yea head
Shorty she stay fuckin with me, I'm off of the pills and I'm sipping that red
I don't need a sign and I don't a label, I'm turning the table
I burn up these stages like fuck all these labels, turning the table, I might
Die I'm off that drank, OD'ing bopping candypaint,
My bitch find me she gon' faint, hiding from the pain
Bitch I'm drowning in my brain



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Writer(s): Roman Harbolt
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