I got drug drugs i need a plug uh killing my lungs ayyy ur bitch like the tongue on my grind on my prime on the grime early grime that bitch on my mind Fake this shit if you wanna shine bitches let me draw on the floor l got flaws hear them thru open door planning right to go out on my tour when the day comes ama let u know that's why l always floor it and my garden always flourish act funny blow u wit it made my choppa sing my shit ask Nle he might know about it fuck NBA he's gone die by it touch my car take a pic wit it am too Buffy l can't fit it pussy tight need to lubri it I know you don't like me better Sue me i know ur bitch chose me with a vest l know you can't pop me