Feel like a drug, I got substance
Feel like a drug, I got substance
Ain't off no X-Pill, but I'm bussing
You ain't sippin' on wock, that's Robitussin
Got a fake ID like I'm Mcloving
I'm high off love she got me rollin
I'm smoking on gas, that shit so potent
These niggas rats, I swear they rodents
You a bitch I'm not finna sugarcoat it
Vibe with the beat man f*ck it I'm flowing
Fine shit want me, she can have me, I'm going
Knocking hoes down like I'm playin' bowling
Sippin' on wock, tryna take it to Poland
Soul six shit man shout out Golden
Geeked up high man feel like a tower
New pack in, just scored touchdown
You ain't on shit, you ain't it, you a clown
Every other day, that's a whole nother round
I'd cut my ears if I ain't find like sound
These niggas ain't balling, they stay out of bounds
I felt like a verb, ion f*ck with nouns
I hate when niggas show up unannounced
You can't kick it, nigga, you gotta bounce
Smokin' through this pack like where my ounce
Had to re up got a quarter pound
I need moolah like a large amount, Downward spiral everything going south
F*ck what you heard, you better learn, before you run in your mouth
I fly with the birds, they told me the word
That you was just runnin' your mouth
Stopped on the curb
I run out of gas I was just stuck in the drought
I'm back on that ass
Don't do this for cash I do this for what it's about
I was down on my ass
Was looking real sad then I had get the amount
Had to get to that cash, I got me a bag I got me a big amount
I had got to that cash, but I'm still sad I don't know what the f*ck that's about
On the look out like a scout
You a bitch, boy, you just gon' pout
You a bitch need to stay in the house
Coolin' back, kickin' shit like Ronda Rouse
She say she need a man I ain't lookin' for a spouse
I feel like Rick James, nigga f*ck yo couch
I'm goin' straight up, I'm high like a mountain
I'm countin' my own, nigga f*ck your accountant
Feel like a drug, I got substance
Ain't off no X pill, but I'm bussin
You ain't Sippin' on wock, that's Robitussin
Got a fake ID like I'm McLovin
I'm high off love, it got me rollin
I'm smokin' on gas, that shit so potent
These niggas rats I swear they rodents
You a bitch I'm not gone sugarcoat it
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Feel like a drug, I got substance
Feel like a drug, I got substance
Ain't off no X-Pill, but I'm bussing
You ain't sippin' on wock, that's Robitussin
Got a fake ID like I'm Mcloving
I'm high off love she got me rollin
I'm smoking on gas, that shit so potent
These niggas rats, I swear they rodents
You a bitch I'm not finna sugarcoat it
Vibe with the beat man f*ck it I'm flowing
Fine shit want me, she can have me, I'm going
Knocking hoes down like I'm playin' bowling
Sippin' on wock, tryna take it to Poland
Soul six shit man shout out Golden
Geeked up high man feel like a tower
New pack in, just scored touchdown
You ain't on shit, you ain't it, you a clown
Every other day, that's a whole nother round
I'd cut my ears if I ain't find like sound
These niggas ain't balling, they stay out of bounds
I felt like a verb, ion f*ck with nouns
I hate when niggas show up unannounced
You can't kick it, nigga, you gotta bounce
Smokin' through this pack like where my ounce
Had to re up got a quarter pound
I need moolah like a large amount, Downward spiral everything going south
F*ck what you heard, you better learn, before you run in your mouth
I fly with the birds, they told me the word
That you was just runnin' your mouth
Stopped on the curb
I run out of gas I was just stuck in the drought
I'm back on that ass
Don't do this for cash I do this for what it's about
I was down on my ass
Was looking real sad then I had get the amount
Had to get to that cash, I got me a bag I got me a big amount
I had got to that cash, but I'm still sad I don't know what the f*ck that's about
On the look out like a scout
You a bitch, boy, you just gon' pout
You a bitch need to stay in the house
Coolin' back, kickin' shit like Ronda Rouse
She say she need a man I ain't lookin' for a spouse
I feel like Rick James, nigga f*ck yo couch
I'm goin' straight up, I'm high like a mountain
I'm countin' my own, nigga f*ck your accountant
Feel like a drug, I got substance
Ain't off no X pill, but I'm bussin
You ain't Sippin' on wock, that's Robitussin
Got a fake ID like I'm McLovin
I'm high off love, it got me rollin
I'm smokin' on gas, that shit so potent
These niggas rats I swear they rodents
You a bitch I'm not gone sugarcoat it
Feel like a drug, I got substance
Ain't off no X-Pill, but I'm bussing
You ain't sippin' on wock, that's Robitussin
Got a fake ID like I'm Mcloving
I'm high off love she got me rollin
I'm smoking on gas, that shit so potent
These niggas rats, I swear they rodents
You a bitch I'm not finna sugarcoat it
Vibe with the beat man f*ck it I'm flowing
Fine shit want me, she can have me, I'm going
Knocking hoes down like I'm playin' bowling
Sippin' on wock, tryna take it to Poland
Soul six shit man shout out Golden
Geeked up high man feel like a tower
New pack in, just scored touchdown
You ain't on shit, you ain't it, you a clown
Every other day, that's a whole nother round
I'd cut my ears if I ain't find like sound
These niggas ain't balling, they stay out of bounds
I felt like a verb, ion f*ck with nouns
I hate when niggas show up unannounced
You can't kick it, nigga, you gotta bounce
Smokin' through this pack like where my ounce
Had to re up got a quarter pound
I need moolah like a large amount, Downward spiral everything going south
F*ck what you heard, you better learn, before you run in your mouth
I fly with the birds, they told me the word
That you was just runnin' your mouth
Stopped on the curb
I run out of gas I was just stuck in the drought
I'm back on that ass
Don't do this for cash I do this for what it's about
I was down on my ass
Was looking real sad then I had get the amount
Had to get to that cash, I got me a bag I got me a big amount
I had got to that cash, but I'm still sad I don't know what the f*ck that's about
On the look out like a scout
You a bitch, boy, you just gon' pout
You a bitch need to stay in the house
Coolin' back, kickin' shit like Ronda Rouse
She say she need a man I ain't lookin' for a spouse
I feel like Rick James, nigga f*ck yo couch
I'm goin' straight up, I'm high like a mountain
I'm countin' my own, nigga f*ck your accountant
Feel like a drug, I got substance
Ain't off no X pill, but I'm bussin
You ain't Sippin' on wock, that's Robitussin
Got a fake ID like I'm McLovin
I'm high off love, it got me rollin
I'm smokin' on gas, that shit so potent
These niggas rats I swear they rodents
You a bitch I'm not gone sugarcoat it
Writer: Anti Merc
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid