Pink10
(C'mon) Just popped a pink perc 10 (The perc)
Walked in high as fuck, I'm tryna geek up 'til the end (Yeah)
Bitch, I got a whole lotta guap
I really do this shit for my kin (Okay)
[?] my shoota, he rock with me 'til the end
I'm off all these fucking drugs, boolin' with my buds (Yeah)
Pulled up, I got all this guap, what the fuck?
Can't fuck with niggas, I just cut them off and left them stuck
I'm sick of bitches, fuckin' with my head, it fucked me up
Get hit with switches, playing with my gang, boy, you fucked up (Yeah)
I'm tryna pop that boy right now, yeah, I might do it (Yeah)
Fucked up off these percs all day, yeah, I might lose it (Ah)
Fucked that bitch, but she can't stay, uh, don't confuse it
Ha, she fucking with my head, I want her to leave me alone (Yah)
So fucked up off them percs, I'm tryna make it home (Huh)
Still looking for that boy, I'm tryna tap his dome (Yeah)
I'm [?] off addys, but, I'm in my zone (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm in my zone, bitch, yeah, I'm turnin' up (Yeah)
She want a Louis, Chrome, bitch, get yo' money up (Yeah)
We on X all night, they not turnt as us (Yeah)
Ask yo' bitch, I book her flight, she come fuck with us (Yeah)
Niggas broke, they money tight, they not turnt as us
Niggas running outta swag, they come learn from us (Come learn)
Yeah, they learn from me, yeah, they learn from Saint (Yeah)
Late at night I'm going high, I'm still in the paint (Yeah)
But I run this shit, like I'm Franklin Saint (Yeah)
She a dummy bitch, no, that ho' don't think
I just run my money up, I'm tryna pull up in that tank
Pull up to the pharmacy, told the bitch, I need some drank (Yeah)
Walked in high as fuck, I'm tryna geek up 'til the end (Yeah)
Bitch, I got a whole lotta guap
I really do this shit for my kin (Okay)
[?] my shoota, he rock with me 'til the end
I'm off all these fucking drugs, boolin' with my buds (Yeah)
Pulled up, I got all this guap, what the fuck?
Can't fuck with niggas, I just cut them off and left them stuck
I'm sick of bitches, fuckin' with my head, it fucked me up
Get hit with switches, playing with my gang, boy, you fucked up (Yeah)
I'm tryna pop that boy right now, yeah, I might do it (Yeah)
Fucked up off these percs all day, yeah, I might lose it (Ah)
Fucked that bitch, but she can't stay, uh, don't confuse it
Ha, she fucking with my head, I want her to leave me alone (Yah)
So fucked up off them percs, I'm tryna make it home (Huh)
Still looking for that boy, I'm tryna tap his dome (Yeah)
I'm [?] off addys, but, I'm in my zone (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm in my zone, bitch, yeah, I'm turnin' up (Yeah)
She want a Louis, Chrome, bitch, get yo' money up (Yeah)
We on X all night, they not turnt as us (Yeah)
Ask yo' bitch, I book her flight, she come fuck with us (Yeah)
Niggas broke, they money tight, they not turnt as us
Niggas running outta swag, they come learn from us (Come learn)
Yeah, they learn from me, yeah, they learn from Saint (Yeah)
Late at night I'm going high, I'm still in the paint (Yeah)
But I run this shit, like I'm Franklin Saint (Yeah)
She a dummy bitch, no, that ho' don't think
I just run my money up, I'm tryna pull up in that tank
Pull up to the pharmacy, told the bitch, I need some drank (Yeah)
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