Drug addiction
I said drug addiction, I been pimpin' I'ma space this shit, I'm mixin' fuck the women
These hoes trippin', I'm not fuckin', I'm not sinnin
But I'm shinin', I'm not lightin' the pain I feel will leave you cryin', bitch, I'm bout
it What the fuck, do you mean
Bitch, I'm on the hit list, I'ma hit it and you will miss
Got a new emo bitch, she got cuts on her wrist Like, go kill yourself, uh, uh, uh, uh
Take you out, like a light, fuck a bitch, day and night
Goin' down without a fight, got a bitch, she in my sights
Nigga left and I am right, got a bitch, her pussy tight
I said, I said what
Down the street and in the hills, bitch, I'm geekin' off this pill
Smokin' gas just for the thrill, drivin' fast, I know it kills
I got checks and I got bills, mad stuff, it's time to kill
Got a 30, I'ma drill, fuck a hoe, just cop some bros
I live lean, but I hate pills, when I'm high, I don't feel real
All the pen, I wanna kill, sign the paper, get a deal
Just know that your soul is real, he a pig and he gon' squeal
I'm no snake, but he's a rat, I'm a thug and he's a cat
Chop a lady's bitches flat, fold them with this fuckin' strap
I got guns and I got gas, fuck a rap, I paint it black
Activist, so she is fat, I'm sippin' lean and smokin' gas
Money tall and I got stacks, I got bricks, it's like I'm Shaq
These hoes trippin', I'm not fuckin', I'm not sinnin
But I'm shinin', I'm not lightin' the pain I feel will leave you cryin', bitch, I'm bout
it What the fuck, do you mean
Bitch, I'm on the hit list, I'ma hit it and you will miss
Got a new emo bitch, she got cuts on her wrist Like, go kill yourself, uh, uh, uh, uh
Take you out, like a light, fuck a bitch, day and night
Goin' down without a fight, got a bitch, she in my sights
Nigga left and I am right, got a bitch, her pussy tight
I said, I said what
Down the street and in the hills, bitch, I'm geekin' off this pill
Smokin' gas just for the thrill, drivin' fast, I know it kills
I got checks and I got bills, mad stuff, it's time to kill
Got a 30, I'ma drill, fuck a hoe, just cop some bros
I live lean, but I hate pills, when I'm high, I don't feel real
All the pen, I wanna kill, sign the paper, get a deal
Just know that your soul is real, he a pig and he gon' squeal
I'm no snake, but he's a rat, I'm a thug and he's a cat
Chop a lady's bitches flat, fold them with this fuckin' strap
I got guns and I got gas, fuck a rap, I paint it black
Activist, so she is fat, I'm sippin' lean and smokin' gas
Money tall and I got stacks, I got bricks, it's like I'm Shaq
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Writer(s): Sultan Salahat
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