Euphoria Lyrics

No cap (NoCap), I'm recordin' with this lead, but I ain't write shit

Shawty asked my how I'm feelin', I don't like this

I had to subtract some friends, I had to minus

My Benjamins throw up big C's, they just like hepatitis

They blue, I'm tryna change my mood

Chasin' that euphoria feeling, I'm takin' drugs like Rue

Chains on my neck, I aint talkin' 'bout no Roots

Talk down on my bruddas, yeah, we got ties like shoes

Free all the gorillas, yeah, they stuck up in that zoo

Pull up sendin' shots, we did 'em sick, them bullets flu (Flew)

She a head freak, that bitch gon' give me neck just like a noose

When she met me, I beat it like Timbaland (Timberland), ain't talkin' 'bout boots

12 tryna lock up my brudda, I hate all them piglets

Same hoes who stood me up, they get on they knees, I hate all these bitches

Take a look at my fuckin' bank account, I know you hate all them digits

Gucci and Louis or Fendi, Balenci' or Chanel, can't make a decision

Tryna get a chain, put it on my brudda, 'cause we locked in

We got Amiri tags on our pants

I'll kill myself 'fore I ever come in last

Look at me mama, I count these bands now

Team full of goats, we brought the rams out

Shoot a trillion, that's the plan now

Mama, yo' baby boy is the man now

No cap (NoCap), I'm recordin' with this lead, but I ain't write shit

Shawty asked my how I'm feelin', I don't like this

I had to subtract some friends, I had to minus

My Benjamins throw up big C's, they just like hepatitis

They blue, I'm tryna change my mood

Chasin' that euphoria feeling, I'm takin' drugs like Rue

Chains on my neck, I aint talkin' 'bout no Roots

Talk down on my bruddas, yeah, we got ties like shoes

Free all the gorillas, yeah, they stuck up in that zoo

Pull up sendin' shots, we did 'em sick, them bullets flu (Flew)

She a head freak, that bitch gon' give me neck just like a noose

When she met me, I beat it like Timbaland (Timberland), ain't talkin' 'bout boots

12 tryna lock up my brudda, I hate all them piglets

Same hoes who stood me up, they get on they knees, I hate all these bitches

Take a look at my fuckin' bank account, I know you hate all them digits

Gucci and Louis or Fendi, Balenci' or Chanel, can't make a decision