PINK OCTOBER ft. Enrgy Beats Lyrics

Mmhm,

Ok first,

Who the hell gone do it like I do it?

I was fuckin niggas bitches, when they heard we got into it

We was fucking to my album, told me she like riding to it

Gang with me, we make murder music, we be sliding to it

I mix the drank up with the lemonade, it turn a pretty pink

That was supposed to be yo bitch, then how the fuck I even link

She told me beat it on the floor, or I could beat it on the sink

She told me fuck her with the chain on, she wanna hear it clink

Yeah, pink fifties spreading down my arm like its October

I just dropped a 10 in my drank, I am not sober

Sold a nigga bins for a band, yea I got over

Sold a nigga forms for like 6, yea I got over

If you run off the bread I got your addy in my phone too

I know where you work, and what you drive, and when you home too

Shit be real, I'll probably know when you alone too

Boy you a bitch, that's why yo people 'nem disowned you

You a bitch and a half, if I do the math on him

Shit I got the bread for it, I could drop a bag on him

He a dummy, so my shooters prolly come and crash on him

My shooter so rude, he saw dude, he shot then spat on him

Bitch that ain't my baby, we can link with Jerry Springer

You gone think I'm mean for it, but my bitch gone be meaner

Is he a scammer, a trapper, a rapper, or a singer?

I left the percs in my jacket when I took it to the cleaners

I turn the opps into weed, like wallah I call it magic

I see that boy and stop his car, we got the readers out in traffic

I went to school with a blade and twenty pills in my jacket

I still keep a palm reader so my future never tragic

I still keep a palm reader, I can promise I'mma shoot it

Went to school and sold dope, with good grades, I aint stupid

And I sold the Adderall I got prescribed, I ain't lose it

Someone call CPS for the percs, cause I abused it

Getting geeked like I was Urkel, babygirl she aint surprised

I put a choppa in the back, my brother said he wanna slide

Smoke the opps like they exotic, turn the block to slip n slide

He gone wish he killed himself, he wanna do the unalive

2018 I almost died, I tried to overdose

Death turned around and said nah, this the okey-doke

Popped so many pills, my blood coulda been a antidote

Tried to sleep for a long time, fuck a comatose

Really looking back, all I needed was the big bucks

Tryna get a mansion, hit the terrace, get my dick sucked

I ain't got no manners, me and terrorists done clicked up

Baby bottles full of syrup, tell my brothers sip up

Big bank boys, count it up, where your racks at?

Bitch suck dick so good, I call her Kat Stacks

I could show yo ass a 100 ball where my trap at

Bag full of money, oxycodone in my backpack

Ok first,

Who the hell gone do it like I do it?

I was fuckin niggas bitches, when they heard we got into it

We was fucking to my album, told me she like riding to it

Gang with me, we make murder music, we be sliding to it

I mix the drank up with the lemonade, it turn a pretty pink

That was supposed to be yo bitch, and how the fuck I even link

She told me beat it on the floor, or I could beat it on the sink

She told me fuck her with the chain on, she wanna hear it clink

Pink fifties spreading down my arm like it's October

I just dropped a 10 in my drank I am not sober

Pink fifties spreading down my arm like it's October

I just dropped a 10 in my drank I am not sober

Pink fifties spreading down my arm like it's October

I just dropped a 10 in my drank I am not sober

Pink fifties spreading down my arm like it's October

I just dropped a 10 in my drank I am not sober