Tryna find ur luving but it's impossible. So I'm calling for another dose cuz my high getting low. Lyrics on my veins I wrote, holy flow I spoke. Hitting licks in the am cuz I was broke, feanin for that good dope. If I were to get caught for a hit the devil would have took my soul. Mixing the zanny with the fetty, turnin it into gold. Yea the streets were cold. For a hit her body she sold. But being rather be dope sick only thing tha folds is the wickedness in my pocket that folds. Going dope spots to score get 2 for 10 and scream like I made a goal. Take a hard of the hit now I'm getting bold. Go get 2 loosie from the corner sto. Junkies asking for a free hit they doin the most. Telling is there something they can hold. But I'm asshole cuz my ex put my heart on froze. But I know a junkies pain so to the dope spot I spin bacc like spinning spokes. But a bitch gunna haveto get dirty down low and my legacy she gunna have to unload. She was talking shit, but the size of my wave has grown. She couldn't ride it so now she dope sick like she's sick on a boat. I'm cooking up the sets turning 1 into 2 like I mold. Every october she tryna find my luv but I leave her in the cold October breeze, yea I gotta her on hold. She want my legacy in her belly but I roll with 150 so I'll leave her bloat. Bust a nut and then garb my coat. She want me in her life but for Trump I rather vote. Ferragamo hold 30 rounds, talk down on my name and ill make it blood ranye yea ill make it tote. I got that good fent that will make u touch all ten toes(fetty) fabo says bang that fent and then smoke(woah×3..)