£1100

Bitch i'm tryna fuck you, I ain't got time to lay up
Close the curtains, sealing bowls, I got nosy neighbors
I ain't get her name, but I got her naked
They keep on comin' back, cause I probably laced it
Yeah, the streets loved the first, cause I kept it comin
Shoutout to my fit, this bitch 1100
I kept the skelly Plain Jane, shoulda got it flooded
It's 3AM in London, I popped 7 xannies

My bitch thinks she knows what's best for me
I put codeine in my..., mix it with Promethazine
I pull up with my pockets on
I pull up with my pockets like I robbed the cash machine
She like, baby, pull up on me, fuck me on the balcony
Took her down off of a blue, she thought it was gravity
I'm best friends with Elizabeth, sometimes I dance with her
I can teach you bout that kitchen, better watch that temperature

That is not my bitch if you see Jordans on her feet
I ain't returnin' nothing, tell the lady, keep the damn receipts
Never look through bitches' phones, man, you know I keep it P
Vacuum seal that bitch, send it through the mail, I'm sellin' P's
Broke another scale, I was tryna weigh a B
Ain't nothin' free in this bitch, boy, you gotta pay a fee
I was fightin' cases when I started sippin' lean
I was poppin' X, tellin' people I was clean

I jump straight in the booth, I don't need to write
I'm the reason all the stores ain't got no more Sprites
I'm back on them Xannies, I can't even talk right
You better make sure we don't meet if you playin' both sides

Bitch i'm tryna fuck you, I ain't got time to lay up
Close the curtains, sealing bowls, I got nosy neighbors
I ain't get her name, but I got her naked
They keep on comin' back, cause I probably laced it
Yeah, the streets loved the first, cause I kept it comin
Shoutout to my fit, this bitch 1100
I kept the skelly Plain Jane, shoulda got it flooded
It's 3AM in London, I popped 7 xannies

I can't even talk right
I can't even walk right



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Writer(s): Em First
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