15MG ft. BetSheWillz & StacksWithDaRacks Lyrics

Uh, uhhhhh

I'm poppin' them percs right now

I'm on 15 milligrams

I'm taxing on packs and pills

Yeah, I feel like Uncle Sam

Like Twizzy, don't give no fucks

Up my stick on that boy that damn

Yeah the Cat got 700 horses

Sponsored by Bingo, got an endorsement

And you know he don't get no pussy

Poppin' this money, that nigga be forcing

Off of them 16 digits

Might hit up Maestro's, get three courses

That nigga knew he was never gon' win

His homies, they tellin' him forfeit

She know this real life, this ain't no pretend

Hop in that Benz and I floor it

She talk to me like I'm important

Talkin' about bags, I ain't talkin' no short shit

Tryna pick up the bags then you gon' need a forklift

Tryna drop off the bag like I'm riding a dump truck

I ain't wifing these bitches, these bitches get no love

Top shelf exotic, with za imma roll up

Tris and the Wock, every time that I pour up

Drink up my cup, I ain't talkin' no Folgers

I took this bitch to the crib, I was bendin' her over

I'm spanking the site when I said imma load up

These niggas snakes and they cobras

These niggas snakes and I don't wanna know ya

These niggas snakes and I don't wanna link up

Bulletproof, the ride, they think it's a Brinks truck

Wock in my cup that's that pink stuff

The way she givin' head, she don't gotta think much

I'm run up that money, I'm stuck in that jam

I'm pull out that piece and she say I'm the man

I'm runnin' shit up and you do what you can

I'm runnin' shit up and I ain't had no plan

I pop Percocet and I get in my jam

K56 then I hop on that road

These niggas be lame can't stick to the code

These niggas be cappin', they gettin' too old

I pour out that lean, I pour up a 4

Your bitch on my line, you ain't even know

She want pop xans, she want me to slow

Live life on the edge, but I don't do dope

She call on my phone when I hop on that road

She don't see my baby, she workin' my job

One, nine, zero, zero

Uh, uhhhhh

I'm poppin' them percs right now

I'm on 15 milligrams

I'm taxing on packs and pills

Yeah, I feel like Uncle Sam

Like Twizzy, don't give no fucks

Up my stick on that boy that damn

Yeah the Cat got 700 horses

Sponsored by Bingo, got an endorsement

And you know he don't get no pussy

Poppin' this money, that nigga be forcing

Off of them 16 digits

Might hit up Maestro's, get three courses

That nigga knew he was never gon' win

His homies, they tellin' him forfeit