AMPHETAFIEND
Not enough
I want more, more, more, more, more, yuhhhhhh
Ayyyyyyyy yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, turn up!
Bitch I am fein, ain't tryna be mean
Just been sippin codeine, but I didn't wanna fight
Just really had to lean
Sippin wock in the stu like call me Mr Lean
Spilled wock on my white tee like fuck Mr Clean
Right now, feeling up, fuck them lows
Been feeling sick off that drank like that shit kinda blows
So now that I'm done with the thirties and the lean
You know imma transform to amphetafiend, AYY
Hanging with my crew, uh, we be up all night, yuh
Still that hippie Jew, yuh, I ain't tryna fight, nah
Booted up off that shit, got me feeling right
Watch for my shoes, we sippin mud and they be all white, uh
I been off them thirties I deserve it
Just made a band in 2 days, I been putting work in, yuh
Finishing my album, I be locked in
And I be dripped out too, pull up to the function, yuh
Just rocked my first show, uh
My homie just offered offered me some blow, uh (that white)
Already off that perc so I had to say no
Bartender serving us them pitchers like Moe, uh
Kronik live near you, pull up how can you not go? (the fuck)
When I'm halfway through my verse you know I switch my flow
And you know who pull up on stage, all my bros
Every win imma have to share it with my squad
Mixing different pills, got me feelin like god
And you know I need a beat, hit me up if you a prod, uh
Not from the streets, but that don't make me flawed, uh
I still pull up to this shit in some Prada (Prada)
Back in the day I used to install all them mods, uh
Now I be smoking that loud pack abroad (that gas)
Still flying econo not if I blow up off this rap
Tryna be chill, no I ain't tryna yap, uh
Tryna keep it real, nah I ain't tryna kap, nah
Tryna keep it real, no I ain't from the trap, nah
Coming down from this pill, lemme take a nap, uh
Huh (what?)
Fuck that, nah!
Bitch I am fein, ain't tryna be mean
Just been sippin codeine, but I didn't wanna fight
Just really had to lean
Sippin wock in the stu like call me Mr Lean
Spilled wock on my white tee like fuck Mr Clean
Right now, feeling up, fuck them lows
Been feeling sick off that drank like that shit kinda blows
So now that I'm done with the thirties and the lean
You know imma transform to amphetafiend, AYY
Uh, I mean I am kinda lowkey tired now
I don't think imma be able to sleep though
Fuck
I want more, more, more, more, more, yuhhhhhh
Ayyyyyyyy yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, turn up!
Bitch I am fein, ain't tryna be mean
Just been sippin codeine, but I didn't wanna fight
Just really had to lean
Sippin wock in the stu like call me Mr Lean
Spilled wock on my white tee like fuck Mr Clean
Right now, feeling up, fuck them lows
Been feeling sick off that drank like that shit kinda blows
So now that I'm done with the thirties and the lean
You know imma transform to amphetafiend, AYY
Hanging with my crew, uh, we be up all night, yuh
Still that hippie Jew, yuh, I ain't tryna fight, nah
Booted up off that shit, got me feeling right
Watch for my shoes, we sippin mud and they be all white, uh
I been off them thirties I deserve it
Just made a band in 2 days, I been putting work in, yuh
Finishing my album, I be locked in
And I be dripped out too, pull up to the function, yuh
Just rocked my first show, uh
My homie just offered offered me some blow, uh (that white)
Already off that perc so I had to say no
Bartender serving us them pitchers like Moe, uh
Kronik live near you, pull up how can you not go? (the fuck)
When I'm halfway through my verse you know I switch my flow
And you know who pull up on stage, all my bros
Every win imma have to share it with my squad
Mixing different pills, got me feelin like god
And you know I need a beat, hit me up if you a prod, uh
Not from the streets, but that don't make me flawed, uh
I still pull up to this shit in some Prada (Prada)
Back in the day I used to install all them mods, uh
Now I be smoking that loud pack abroad (that gas)
Still flying econo not if I blow up off this rap
Tryna be chill, no I ain't tryna yap, uh
Tryna keep it real, nah I ain't tryna kap, nah
Tryna keep it real, no I ain't from the trap, nah
Coming down from this pill, lemme take a nap, uh
Huh (what?)
Fuck that, nah!
Bitch I am fein, ain't tryna be mean
Just been sippin codeine, but I didn't wanna fight
Just really had to lean
Sippin wock in the stu like call me Mr Lean
Spilled wock on my white tee like fuck Mr Clean
Right now, feeling up, fuck them lows
Been feeling sick off that drank like that shit kinda blows
So now that I'm done with the thirties and the lean
You know imma transform to amphetafiend, AYY
Uh, I mean I am kinda lowkey tired now
I don't think imma be able to sleep though
Fuck
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Writer(s): Julian Martinez, Noah Kaufman
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