THERAPY ft. TOOLIE Lyrics

Ayy Nils, you got it….

Still ridin' with all these blicks I'm gettin' money, this shit be therapy

Why the fuck you toatin but you ain't shootin'? Bitch, you scarin' me

So high up in this room, it's so much smoke, I can see shit barely

I'm a dog that canine shit for life, It's fuck you, bitch, don't spare me

I was 16, lit as fuck, I was flyin' round in a private jets

How the fuck I get here? I was just ridin' round up on the Met

Really like that, playin' for keeps, this ain't no gimmick, bitch, don't forget

I take the faygo everywhere I go, that drank be all up in my mix

(Bitch, that drank)

Broke bitch, you can't even pay yo rent

But you poppin' all on the net, it make no sense

Can't fool me twice, yeah, I really know what's meant

All this sacrifice, do you know how much time we spent…

Red light, green light, Ion give a fuck, all I know is go

Locked in, geeked up, gettin' that money, I been in that mode

Can't do regular shit, I need exotic shit on all my hoes

Fifty thousand cash in a week, can't even fold

Ain't no respect for none of these thots, I do em cold

Keep on spinnin' back-to-back, payin' us what you owe

That bitch keep askin' about my business, that hoe too bold

Like it ain't serious, naw foreal, I might kill you if you know

Out the gutter, out the dirt, but I turned that shit to gold

With my brothers, yeah, my nines, yeah, they know that shit for sure

This shit contagious when I slide, they can't keep up with my flow

Gotta watch who around me when my time, youn really know till you really know

Still ridin' with all these blicks I'm gettin' money, this shit be therapy

Why the fuck you toatin but you ain't shootin'? Bitch, you scarin' me

So high up in this room, it's so much smoke, I can see shit barely

I'm a dog that canine shit for life, It's fuck you, bitch, don't spare me

I was 16, lit as fuck, I was flyin' round in a private jets

How the fuck I get here? I was just ridin' round up on the Met

Really like that, playin' for keeps, this ain't no gimmick, bitch, don't forget

I take the faygo everywhere I go, that drank be all up in my mix

(Bitch, that drank)

Yeah, livin' that luxury lifestyle

Lookin' at the bloody moon, makin' some plays in Smyrna

He was talkin' that big-dog shit, so we burnt' em

I ain't had no strikes in the streets, so I earned em

$200 for the shoes, bitch, tryna fuck for a lil' sip of booze

Niggas don't fuck with K9, they know we got blicks, they know we don't lose

Roll that Cee-Lo up, four, five, six, you know I don't lose

I ain't gon' hold you up, Micro, Draco, big ol' boom

Niggas some real pill-poppers, ion BS, fuck crime stoppers

Niggas gon' pull up to your spot, automatic handguns, automatic choppers

Bullets hit your brain, automatic death, ain't no doctor

As long as we keep the pots on, as long as we keep the locks on