Junkie Lyrics

I almost fell out but then I came back

Used to be down now I'm up with them racks

Cut that bitch off she got way too attached

I give her dick I won't give her no stamp

And we gon light this bitch up like a lamp

Don't fall for these hoes cause that shit a trap

I walk with a stick now they calling me gramps

Roll up a wood maybe stuff three grams

Fuck on a hoe I don't do romance

All of this lean got me stuck in a trance

All of these percs got me up she gon dance

Telling me I hit it better than her man

Now my eyes off her I look at her friend

All bets are off cause I only hit tens

Ya I never fold but I might bend

That don't mean that I ain't clutching my nine

I hit my opps spin em one at a time

I got percs in the drought but I'm always on time

Both of my wrist too icy

I can't even see the time

I'm shooting some flames don't try me

This shit getting hot its too spicy

If you fuck with me go roll the dice then

Fuck it we gon get the back end

Don't get backdoored tryna get back in

Empty shoe box you know we gon stack it

Empty pill bottle we already popped it

Zombie opp cause we already dropped him

Hollow tip eat his lip he got wet up

I got on some rings no wedding

I'm smoking on cake not wedding

Ain't call back but she still got the message

Her life turned around when I stepped in

And she poppin them pills she a junkie

Got her high as hell thinking she love me

And she poppin them pills she a junkie

Got her high as hell thinking she love me

And she poppin them pills she a junkie

Got her high as hell thinking she love me

Turn up the heat lil bitch I'm from Texas

Burner on me and I ain't even flexin

Just tryna let you know that I stay dangerous

That shit is code I'm turning up at all of my shows

I just keep quiet and I stay on go

Pull out this pipe and it's ready to blow

When I'm in your city ya I make it snow

NFC not a gang or a label it's a mindset the way that we take em

Talking bout snakes in the grass

You talking shit then I'm all on your ass

I hit you with this revolver

I hit you up in your back

You get at me you ain't looking back

I'm taking off I ain't looking back

She throwing that ass and I catch that

Fuck on the low no strings attached

I hit her once and don't call her back

Bitch that's no lie I ain't coming back

I hate Velcro but I love my strap

She at the club and she shaking ass

When she drop off the head she ain't using no hands

And she poppin them pills she a junkie

Got her high as hell thinking she love me

And she poppin them pills she a junkie

Got her high as hell thinking she love me