Addicted Lyrics

Some my uncles addicted

But I love em and miss em

Some my gun got the drums

And other ones got extensions

Lost some friends to the drugs

It's something I gotta live with

They gone act like they was but

But they ain't thugging or pimping

Send yo bitch back outa breath

Back witta check

Never got back witta ex

Backwood make me cough till i'm cracking my chest

500 out cuz she never ask me for less

They caught my brody trapping again

Came home and they put em right back in the feds

master the pen

Send yo bitch back outa breath

Master the pen

Cloud 9 passing a jet

I was plugging and pitching

For them numbers and digits

I got a gun in the living room

I got one in the kitchen

Some my brothers in state

And some my cousins in prison

Fuck the judge and the witness

Think i'm done with the system

Tuck a drum in my britches

Cuz I feel something suspicious

I was fucking my money up

For a couple of bitches

Pour the mud ima sip it

You get punched if you spill it

Some of my uncles addicted

Think i'm stuck with the sickness

Needa chill with the drugs

I don't wanna admit

But If you touching my chicken

Then you be done in a minute

I Needa chill with the drugs

I don't wanna admit

I was plugging and pitching

Some my uncles addicted

But I love em and miss em

Some my gun got the drums

And other ones got extensions

Lost some friends to the drugs

It's something I gotta live with

They gone act like they was but

But they ain't thugging or pimping