RANDOM PILLS Lyrics

I can't find my meds, so I'm popping random pills now

Cunt is getting angry, so I tell this bitch to chill out

She ain't chilling out, so I hit her with the bill bow

Then I find my meds, and she disappeared until now

Where my girl go? Yeah, got me feeling sad bitch

Now who the fuck gonna make my damn sandwich?

Who I'm gonna dom, but on Sunday's I can switch

Fuck her, I don't need her, I just pulled up on my bag shit

Fuck her, I don't need her, I just pulled up on my bag score

I'm feeling horny, get yo ass on the damn floor

Bop bop bow, cops busting through the damn door

They just caught me with the bitch down on all fours

They catch me with my cock out, and a bit of fentanyl

Opps talking shit, we on they block, we finna spray 'em all

I can cut your fix if you wanna get the trap involved

I can cut your bitch if she wanna get my balls dissolved

She wanna put my sack in like a thing of acid

Used to rap real slow, now my flow is feeling rapid

She say she have emotions, tell that bitch she isn't valid

Try to fuck my bitch, you need a keycard, access granted

Need access granted if you want up in my vault

I tried to fuck her friend, tell that bitch it's not my fault

Bitch crying me an ocean, yeah her tears are made of salt

If you kill one of ours, screech our business to a halt

We dropping everything until we get that shit back though

Feel like Top G, fill my 'gar up with tobacco

Cheating IRL, would've thought I had a macro

Digging up the past, so I make that bitch the backhoe

Five opps down, they don't know who's the shooter

Don't really care, cause I'm sucking on her cooter

The way I be licking, would've thought I was a looter

Her tits pretty big, she ain't working at the Hooters

She don't have no job, but she certainly get to work

Your gang a fucking sausage fest, massive circle jerk

I'm not in the trap, but I'm stocked up like a clerk

Yo bitch throw it back, on my cock, she wanna twerk

She wanna throw it back on my motherfucking boner

Tatted on her pussy, I'm the motherfucking owner

Main bitch on my phone, e-sex, I'm a moaner

Ten pounds of za in one week, I'm a stoner

Yuh, it be gone in like a week

I be smoking massive

You be smoking like a geek

Yuh, flip flip down

Got yo bitch up on my sheet

Rizz her up is my technique

Then I'm cumming on her feet

Cum up on her feet, then I motherfucking tip her

I don't fucking care, bitch is dressing like a stripper

Making so much bread, bout to break the fucking zipper

Kill a fucking bitch, feel like I'm Jack the Ripper

Kill a fucking bitch, leave her body in the alley

I be snorting lines, travelling horseback through the valley

We always got one up, bro just check the tally

I was in a shootout thinking this the finale

It's never the end, renewed for another season

Xixal and his team heading to another region