MDMA ft. Vultures Lyrics

I am a bitch and broke so I have nothing to kill myself

Yeah, this is my show

I seriously, I mean, I can get on top of this shit right now

I promise you, I have nothing to kill myself

Rollin' down the track, crushin' Alio like a tic-tac

Bandicoot to Butte, in the night time, Kerry Cooper calls my name

New studio's unknown, yesterone's flown

Gang shit more like sad shit

Omar slain, Billy slain, Jayden slain

Crushed all their backs like Bane

I have nothing to kill myself

Hustlin' up north makes me feel like a dork

Gang shit more like mad shit

Wish I was in college

Gorilla in the hallways, crushin' the mic like always

Eruption, eruption, volcanoes causing commotion

Gang shit summoned, Alio, Keir, Gilly, Timo

What's up, P.O.A.

Fresh album, fresh tracks

Finally, gang shit's givin' it back

Life of the rich and gorgeous

Everything's on the house like the mortgage

Up to my dad, I would've been aborted

Then it would've been a real nigga shortage

Nothing real where the will's a nigga order

Because of Tracy Morgan

In my own home, I'm a tourist

Can't even unpack, man, another fight is boarding

Automatic toilet

Just flush

Came on the titties like Moses

Chest, chest, chest

I hear the bitch who knows that

Yeah, I miss my shot

Yeah, I don't know where she went

I miss my fuck

Damn, how the fuck did I get here

Last year, I was a nobody

I mean, nobody that managed me

Couldn't even last one year

I laughed while the wheels turned like a front bed

I'm somewhere, niggas spinning the block

With glocks and poppy trops

I'm a pop, but not so summer

Pop your top when the summer's hot

Some are really gangsta and some are not

And some are really wifey and some are not

But I can't tell, I need me a summer walk

Take a deep breath

And that's in quotes, I hit her with a different stroke

My dick the opposite

I got a rep in my cup

Bitch, you know I don't drive

I got a rep in your cup

Huh, bitch, you know I'm sly

Yeah, I got a rep in my dick

Yeah, I got a rep in my dick

Yeah, I got a strap in my dick

Yeah, I got a strap in my pants

Yeah, bitch, creepy, crawly, motherfuckin

Lookin' like ants

Yeah, bitch, that's just a fuckin' load of bans

Yeah, I might pull up and I shoot up in fuckin' France

Yeah, I might pull up, huh

I might strap, huh

I got bitches

I got pecs

I got weed

What you want

I got weed

I got drugs

I got alcohol

Bitches know I'm on a roll

Bitches know I'm on a roll

Bitches know I'm varsity

Bitches know I'm carte

Bitches know can't play with me

Bitches know can't slay with me

I'm gonna take my chances

I mean, I, I seriously, I mean, I

M-D-M-A

M-I-D-L-S-M-I-A

Who do I pick up from

Mel Gilbert

And I don't mean Mr. Gilbert from Inbetweeners

I mean, oh my God

And his Welsh girlfriend

Should fuck me

I don't know what to do

Gilbert has got a shit weed

He's got a shit coke

What the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

She run up my dick like a dick

She run up my bitch like a bitch

She pull up with strappin' some bitch

She pull up with strappin' go crazy

She pull up with strappin' on Jay-Z

She pull up with strappin' on Kanye

Bitch, I might watch on your throat

Bitch, I might go in my zone

Bitch, I might do it alone

Bitch, you need to get a bone

Get a darker bone

Bitch, I'm feelin' pain and opium like destroy law

Bitch, I'm feelin' like Hank Carson

M-D-M-A

M-I-D-L-S-M-I-A

Who do I pick up from now

M-D-M-A

M-I-D-L-S-M-I-A

Who do I pick up from now

There are times

When you need someone

I will be by your side

And I take my chances before we crash