Tussin Lyrics

(DRANK POURING)

(LIGHTER FLICKS, INHALE)

FLEE FLEE FLEE FLEE FLEE

DON

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Pressure got me moving slowly

I tell my bitch to do it I ain't pouring no lean

Sold em Wok but it was Tussin nigga OD'd

Popped a Xanny tryna be grown he got a nosebleed

Hmm, pick your blicker up

If they talking some bullshit tell em you don't give a fuck

That nigga was talking some bullshit his mans come pick him up

He got a lot of space for hallows we gon fill em up

Flooded the trenches don't leave the trap I come home with these baccends

Yo Pop, why u don't really like no rap friends?

Cause you can put them niggas on they ain't gon tap in

When I put my niggas on they bring them racks in

Fly to Cali a hunnit pounds when I get home I tell them tap in

Got rid of twenty pounds told em just give me the baccends

Flooded the city I tried to get you to tap in

I'm the young handsome rich nigga bring the paccs in

Made a million off the scam nother half on the lean

Even if I ain't do this rap shit I was gon live me dreams

You could tell I'm living by the way that this bitch just screamed

If I lose my plug for the green then imma have to serve the fiends

Trade the Richard Millie for the Patek shit don't make sense

Hating on the gram I can't do it if it don't make sense

I call your bitch I bend her over and she take dick

She said daddy how ya day went

DON

Pressure got me moving slowly

I tell my bitch to do it I ain't pouring no lean

Sold em Wok but it was Tussin nigga OD'd

Popped a Xanny tryna be grown he got a nosebleed

Hmm, pick your blicker up

If they talking some bullshit tell em you don't give a fuck

That nigga was talking some bullshit his mans come pick him up

He got a lot of space for hallows we gon fill em up

He wasn't gangsta in school if he was tuff then we would've tapped in

Look him in his eyes see the bitch in him since bacc then

He keep telling me stories about him getting money way bacc then

Ever since I knew you, you was bummy nigga, bacc when?

Said she like to eat ICE make her bite the Patek

Sorry I keep pleasing these bitches this shit a habit

Keep my money in the drawer ain't got no more space in the mattress

That's where I keep my blickers, need more space I use the attic

Fly rich nigga out the country in Guatemala they love me

Same bitch in my likes & text is the same bitch that ain't want me

Same niggas that'll call me for a pacc ain't wanna front me

They wanna be my friend cuz a nigga getting money

Young nigga even got motion outta the city

No politican if he got problem come get with me

Bought my bitch a collar, get a leash she acting friendly

Could've Leased A Rari but in cash I bought the Bentley

DON

Pressure got me moving slowly

I tell my bitch to do it I ain't pouring no lean

Sold em Wok but it was Tussin nigga OD'd

Popped a Xanny tryna be grown he got a nosebleed

Hmm, pick your blicker up

If they talking some bullshit tell em you don't give a fuck

That nigga was talking some bullshit his mans come pick him up

He got a lot of space for hallows we gon fill em up

(Rapid Gunfire)

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