DameDot - MEDIC Lyrics

I'm off so much lean, I'm gettin' scared
(I'm spooked)
When I was pourin' pints of Act' up
You wasn't even there (Where was you at?)
I'ma slide through the side door
When you ain't even there (Hah)
You love a bitch that love me
That ain't even fair
(That ain't even fair)
I'm in new drip, this shit ain't even out
(Margiela) paid nine hundred for the shoes
I'm standin' on the couch (Woo)
Say you got ten pints of red
What's the grand amount? (What you want?)
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundrеds on me
Gotta sort 'em out

Big racks on me
Jеwelry on when I'm walkin' Coney (Beep)
These ain't no cubic zirconies, all VSs only
(Hutch, nigga) still with a couple day ones
All the rest is phony (Niggas fake)
Drum on the K, get in my way
Then we steppin' on you (Drrt, drrt, drrt)
My bitch call my phone
Think I'm cheatin' on her (Brrp, brrp)
Your bitch call my phone
Say you beatin' on her
(Say you beatin' on here)
It hurt your lil' heart she in my DM
Don't it? (Aw)
You know how it feel to up a
Sleeve and it's not your uncle's?
You know how it feel to get
A phone call about some pumpkins? (Hello?)
You know how it feel to get
A fresh batch from California?
Smell like vinegar in this bitch
You know that aroma? (You know that aroma?)
I need to spray I'm 'bout to acetone it
(yeah) ex-bitch seen my new bitch
Made her sick as hell (She was sick)
Sittin' in the spot with a
Glock and a digi' scale (With a Glock)
Cut a nigga lips off and throw
'em in the wishing well (F*ck ya)
If it was a crime to be broke
You would be sittin' in jail
I put a four on his
Four and he couldn't tell (Dumbass)
That's how I know niggas really
Don't sip drank for real
(That's how I know)
This how I know niggas really
Don't dump beans for real
Cause it's been years and years on the
Road and I ain't seen 'em still (Haha)
F*ck a bitch and pass her to bro
(I'm really straight for real)
She think that her nigga was a boss
We sent him to the store (Go get me a pop)
She think that her nigga got the work
He just work the door
All around the motherf*ckin' board
I'm a billy goat (I'm a billy goat)
I got a bad bitch that's gon' ride for me
(That's gon' ride for me)
And a crew of killers that'll slide for me
(The Mafia) aR pistol got a sight on it
You can't hide from me (Drrt)
You can't look me in my eyes
And tell a lie to me
Ho, I'm on the paper chase
Ain't got no time (None at all)
A broke cute bitch with an ass is not a dime
(Is not a dime)
Slow down when you suck it, baby
Take your time (Slow down)
Pour an eight of Wock' with KB, yeah
'cause that's my slime
('Cause that's my slime)
Bitch, is you ready? (Ready) , f*ck with me
You can't be petty (Nah) cream soda deadly
(Deadly) , hit this, you gon' need a medic
(You gon' need a medic) racks on me heavy
Run it up like I'm athletic (Beep)
Pull up with the stick
(Skrrt) , have 'em runnin'
This shit calisthenics (He gone)
We laughin' hard at you clowns
We don't laugh with niggas (Hah)
Turn around so much, nigga
I should walk backwards with it (Backwards)
Wrestlin' with that work like
An action figure (Wrestlin')
All these racks on me, call it racketeering
(Woo, racks)

I'm off so much lean, I'm gettin' scared
(I'm gettin' scared)
When I was pourin' pints of Act' up
You wasn't even there
(You wasn't even there)
I'ma slide through the side door
When you ain't even there (Hah)
You love a bitch that love me
That ain't even fair (Mwah)
I'm in new drip, this shit ain't even out
(New Amiri) paid nine hundred for the shoes
I'm standin' on the couch (yeah)
Say you got ten pints of red
What's the grand amount?
(How much I owe you?)
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds on me
Gotta sort 'em out (Gotta sort 'em out)

Do you know how it feel to get
A phone call about some pumpkins?
Do you know how it feel to
Get a fresh bag from California?