On Five!
I'm fucked up, off of the pills, I'm fucked up
Cousin went jail, he locked up Told me go chase the M's and boss up
Opp, murder, I'm totin' shit that you ain't even heard of
Do this shit for the fam, no, I can't be a burden
Remember them days, I was flippin' them burgers, now I'm flippin' birdies
On three, we tryna' hop out on feet He ain't survive, bullets hit him deep
Poppin these pills just to sleep, I see demons in my sleep
If you don't kill, then you weak, I get you cropped like a weed
If I put that bag on your head, I promise you won't last a week
You better sleep with that 9, before you get hit with the fye
All of my shooters gon' slide, pull up all black like thief in the night
You better sleep with that 9, before you get hit with the fye
All of my shooters gon' slide, pull up all black like thief in the night
I'm fucked up, off of the pills, I'm fucked up
Cousin went jail, he locked up Told me go chase the M's and boss up
Opp, murder, I'm totin' shit that you ain't even heard of
Do this shit for the fam, no, I can't be a burden
Remember them days, I was flippin' them burgers, now I'm flippin' birdies
On three, we tryna hop out on feet Yeah, it's a vibe, bullets hit him deep
Poppin these pills just to sleep, I see demons in my sleep
If you don't kill, then you weak, I get you cropped like a weed
If I put that bag on your head, I promise you won't last a week
Cousin went jail, he locked up Told me go chase the M's and boss up
Opp, murder, I'm totin' shit that you ain't even heard of
Do this shit for the fam, no, I can't be a burden
Remember them days, I was flippin' them burgers, now I'm flippin' birdies
On three, we tryna' hop out on feet He ain't survive, bullets hit him deep
Poppin these pills just to sleep, I see demons in my sleep
If you don't kill, then you weak, I get you cropped like a weed
If I put that bag on your head, I promise you won't last a week
You better sleep with that 9, before you get hit with the fye
All of my shooters gon' slide, pull up all black like thief in the night
You better sleep with that 9, before you get hit with the fye
All of my shooters gon' slide, pull up all black like thief in the night
I'm fucked up, off of the pills, I'm fucked up
Cousin went jail, he locked up Told me go chase the M's and boss up
Opp, murder, I'm totin' shit that you ain't even heard of
Do this shit for the fam, no, I can't be a burden
Remember them days, I was flippin' them burgers, now I'm flippin' birdies
On three, we tryna hop out on feet Yeah, it's a vibe, bullets hit him deep
Poppin these pills just to sleep, I see demons in my sleep
If you don't kill, then you weak, I get you cropped like a weed
If I put that bag on your head, I promise you won't last a week
Credits
Writer(s): Tyrelle Komepule
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