Bitch, I'm f*cked up, Bitch I'm f*cked up
Bitch, I'm f*cked up f*cked up off these drugs
I can't even feel my body that bitch is a dub
But she walk around moving godly
Walk up in the club, bad bitches tryna stop me
Niggas tryna steal my flow, but no, they cannot copy
Designer my drugs and my hoes and my clothes
I'm balling so hard, just I'm in the pros
She don't want a toy, so she using a rose
All of this Ice, I might catch me a cold
Burberry down to my motherf*cking toes
When we go shopping, we closing the store
I've been sinning, I've been winning
Think the demons want my soul
Binge popping drugs, the drugs always on the road
Perky's in my body, I can feel it in my soul
The devil wants my soul, cause he always hit my phone
The devil text my phone, I check the time, it's 3 o'clock at night
This hoe always steady talking, now her best friend want her pipe
I've been running it up in my new Miri jeans
F*ckin' this hoe, then I turn that bitch right to a fein
You drinking that beer nigga, while I sip on that codeine
Pass me the sprite and a cup, bitch, I'm ready to lean
I've been sinning, I've been winning
Think the demons want my soul
Binge popping drugs, the drugs always on the road
Perky's in my body, I can feel it in my soul
The devil wants my soul, cause he always hit my phone
They know I'm a demon, off the percocet, I'm scheming
Got these diamonds on my neck, a nigga gon' die just for reaching
All of these hoes, they callin' my phone, but I just want some money
I know the devil, he just my soul
That perky got me like a zombie
I'm moving slow off the dope
Couple white bitches in here, they doin' some coke
I got a 2 liter; I poured up a 4
I'm callin' these plays, make me feel like a coach
Swear the walls spinning, I'm facing the ceiling
And all of these f*ck niggas, they on the floor
She like how I'm drippin', she love all my fashion shit
She ask what I'm wearin', I told her it's Pote
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Bitch, I'm f*cked up, Bitch I'm f*cked up
Bitch, I'm f*cked up f*cked up off these drugs
I can't even feel my body that bitch is a dub
But she walk around moving godly
Walk up in the club, bad bitches tryna stop me
Niggas tryna steal my flow, but no, they cannot copy
Designer my drugs and my hoes and my clothes
I'm balling so hard, just I'm in the pros
She don't want a toy, so she using a rose
All of this Ice, I might catch me a cold
Burberry down to my motherf*cking toes
When we go shopping, we closing the store
I've been sinning, I've been winning
Think the demons want my soul
Binge popping drugs, the drugs always on the road
Perky's in my body, I can feel it in my soul
The devil wants my soul, cause he always hit my phone
The devil text my phone, I check the time, it's 3 o'clock at night
This hoe always steady talking, now her best friend want her pipe
I've been running it up in my new Miri jeans
F*ckin' this hoe, then I turn that bitch right to a fein
You drinking that beer nigga, while I sip on that codeine
Pass me the sprite and a cup, bitch, I'm ready to lean
I've been sinning, I've been winning
Think the demons want my soul
Binge popping drugs, the drugs always on the road
Perky's in my body, I can feel it in my soul
The devil wants my soul, cause he always hit my phone
They know I'm a demon, off the percocet, I'm scheming
Got these diamonds on my neck, a nigga gon' die just for reaching
All of these hoes, they callin' my phone, but I just want some money
I know the devil, he just my soul
That perky got me like a zombie
I'm moving slow off the dope
Couple white bitches in here, they doin' some coke
I got a 2 liter; I poured up a 4
I'm callin' these plays, make me feel like a coach
Swear the walls spinning, I'm facing the ceiling
And all of these f*ck niggas, they on the floor
She like how I'm drippin', she love all my fashion shit
She ask what I'm wearin', I told her it's Pote
Bitch, I'm f*cked up f*cked up off these drugs
I can't even feel my body that bitch is a dub
But she walk around moving godly
Walk up in the club, bad bitches tryna stop me
Niggas tryna steal my flow, but no, they cannot copy
Designer my drugs and my hoes and my clothes
I'm balling so hard, just I'm in the pros
She don't want a toy, so she using a rose
All of this Ice, I might catch me a cold
Burberry down to my motherf*cking toes
When we go shopping, we closing the store
I've been sinning, I've been winning
Think the demons want my soul
Binge popping drugs, the drugs always on the road
Perky's in my body, I can feel it in my soul
The devil wants my soul, cause he always hit my phone
The devil text my phone, I check the time, it's 3 o'clock at night
This hoe always steady talking, now her best friend want her pipe
I've been running it up in my new Miri jeans
F*ckin' this hoe, then I turn that bitch right to a fein
You drinking that beer nigga, while I sip on that codeine
Pass me the sprite and a cup, bitch, I'm ready to lean
I've been sinning, I've been winning
Think the demons want my soul
Binge popping drugs, the drugs always on the road
Perky's in my body, I can feel it in my soul
The devil wants my soul, cause he always hit my phone
They know I'm a demon, off the percocet, I'm scheming
Got these diamonds on my neck, a nigga gon' die just for reaching
All of these hoes, they callin' my phone, but I just want some money
I know the devil, he just my soul
That perky got me like a zombie
I'm moving slow off the dope
Couple white bitches in here, they doin' some coke
I got a 2 liter; I poured up a 4
I'm callin' these plays, make me feel like a coach
Swear the walls spinning, I'm facing the ceiling
And all of these f*ck niggas, they on the floor
She like how I'm drippin', she love all my fashion shit
She ask what I'm wearin', I told her it's Pote
Writer: Rashad Johnson
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