Forever
(Yeah, Woah)
I been goin' crazy
Talm 'bout
I can feel it I can, I can feel it I can
I can feel it I can, I can feel it I can
Yeah, count that money, talm 'bout, woah
Talm 'bout, Yeah
(Everything hit everything hit)
Woah
In that motherfucker 'til the sun up
I been goin' crazy I don't need a run up
Styrofoam I stack that shit I need to pour up
Takin' pills I stuff that shit inside my- (Blicky)
Yeah I'm on one (Woah)
Yeah I'm on one (Woah)
Yeah I'm on one (Woah)
Yeah I'm on one (Talm 'bout)
I just took the jet to Ella
We got bags yeah we rich forever
Pass my cup yeah I feel like I'm- (Pass that cup)
Batgang shit darklord shit
Rockstar shit cuts on my wrists
I been on them flats I been on them shits (On that molly)
Grabbin' on them xans grabbin' on that stick (Yeah hol' up)
Touchin' on his face tell him to come outside
Yeah we touchin' base you can't come outside (Yeah)
It's a homicide, fuckin' on that bitch she gettin' tired
Come wrong 'bout that shit we pop your tires
That shit so cold I think I'm shivering
Fuckin' up my liver
Yeah I'm rockstar livin'
They not comin' close to my level
Mask on my face I'm gettin' fried
Withdrawals I need that xan to close my eyes
Fuck the bitch hol' up yeah I'm goin' rounds
Yeah I really do that shit I don't need to try
Ricky O on me hol' up fuck a suit and tie
I been ridin' round with that shit yeah
Tryin' not to lose my mind yeah
I got too much on my mind yeah
I been goin' crazy
Talm 'bout
I can feel it I can, I can feel it I can
I can feel it I can, I can feel it I can
Yeah, count that money, talm 'bout, woah
Talm 'bout, Yeah
(Everything hit everything hit)
Woah
In that motherfucker 'til the sun up
I been goin' crazy I don't need a run up
Styrofoam I stack that shit I need to pour up
Takin' pills I stuff that shit inside my- (Blicky)
Yeah I'm on one (Woah)
Yeah I'm on one (Woah)
Yeah I'm on one (Woah)
Yeah I'm on one (Talm 'bout)
I just took the jet to Ella
We got bags yeah we rich forever
Pass my cup yeah I feel like I'm- (Pass that cup)
Batgang shit darklord shit
Rockstar shit cuts on my wrists
I been on them flats I been on them shits (On that molly)
Grabbin' on them xans grabbin' on that stick (Yeah hol' up)
Touchin' on his face tell him to come outside
Yeah we touchin' base you can't come outside (Yeah)
It's a homicide, fuckin' on that bitch she gettin' tired
Come wrong 'bout that shit we pop your tires
That shit so cold I think I'm shivering
Fuckin' up my liver
Yeah I'm rockstar livin'
They not comin' close to my level
Mask on my face I'm gettin' fried
Withdrawals I need that xan to close my eyes
Fuck the bitch hol' up yeah I'm goin' rounds
Yeah I really do that shit I don't need to try
Ricky O on me hol' up fuck a suit and tie
I been ridin' round with that shit yeah
Tryin' not to lose my mind yeah
I got too much on my mind yeah
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Writer(s): Nuri Junup
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