Junkie Hours, Pt. 2 Lyrics

(Not too much, just tryna forget about you)

Yeah, she did

And that bitch had blew me like the wind, lasko

I don't really know if they want me incarcerated again

They left me on a bad note

Bitch, a petty joke

I been tryna get to my cheese, yeah, bitch to the queso

'Till the case closed

Knew a latina bitch, last name ortiz

Think she wanted my peso

Like, bitch, if you say so

And her wrist cut up like a 'Luk trap beat

Hope she ain't working with Clayco

I was hated, alienated but, I ain't tate nigga

I ain't tate though

New cuban bitch wanna dictate my dick game

New Fidel Castro

Rainy seasons boots, think she astro

No matter how many drugs I regurgitate 'lil bitch, mane

I can't let go

And that's on gang though

And, you done stabbed my heart so many times can't get repairance

Bitch, I ain't kano

All they see in a junkie is a pill popper but, baby

I'm human too though