Dopesickk Lyrics

(Glrow, glrow)

(Glrow, glrow)

(Uh, Uh) (Glrow, glrow)

(It's Sav)

Think I'm gettin dope sick, yea I need it

Michael Jackson, I told her beat it

Double cup up in my hand, uh it got me leaning

Even tho I pray to God, it's feeling like I'm ah demon

Yea my heart so fucking cold I'm thinking that I'm anemic

In the studio I'm cold but really I'm finna heat it

Shorty text my phone "I love you" I jus told that bitch delete it

Shorty's pussy hungry I jus told her dat I'm bout to feed it

I don't take no fucking loses nigga, I'm undefeated

I be hittin way too much nigga, I Derek Jete-it

S A V onna chain nigga, I know you see it

I'm taking drugs to hide the pain nigga, you hate to see it

No red light bitch I'm on go shootin you and yo bro

All this hot shit in yo body pussy nigga betta drop and roll

L i l S a v two eight hunnit bitch I am the goat

We the flee est niggas inna city bitch you betta duck yo hoe

Ok, ok, ok

Me and Lul Dave we jus upped the score

We jus caught ah nigga at the gas station now he running home

Foenem act like he ain't see us but he know it's us we yelling go

Niggas acting like some divas man they really want the net to know

Think I'm gettin dope sick, yea I need it

Michael Jackson, I told her beat it

Double cup up in my hand, uh it got me leanin

Even tho I pray to God, it's feelin like I'm ah demon

I'm ah demon for real, love toting onna steel

Knocking niggas out for real, I call them niggas Neil

Collecting money like ah bill

You wanna sign me I need mills

Hold on

Let me hit this drank real quick

Uh

Yes shorty I'm off the lean

I'm mugging but not off ah beam

I be sliding to let off some steam

That is not my son like Billie Jean

Niggas want beef like ah Philly Cheese

That's yo homie not ah friend to me

I got haters not no enemies

I'm gone fry ah nigga, chili beans

I'm really way too high nigga I can't even fucking see

Ima let this choppa ride, it got sixty I jus gotta squeeze

I love my two-eight niggas for the squad I jus throw up B's

I poured ah four up inna twenty oz I feel like Veeze, nigga

Think I'm gettin dope sick, yea I need it

Michael Jackson, I told her beat it

Double cup up in my hand, uh it got me leanin

Even tho I pray to God, it's feelin like I'm ah demon

Think I'm gettin dope sick, yea I need it

Michael Jackson, I told her beat it

Double cup up in my hand, uh it got me leanin

Even tho I pray to God, it's feelin like I'm ah demon

I'm ah demon for real