Dopamine Lyrics

I went back, I went back for Final Home

Not no Saks, Balenciaga head to toe

All black, perfect fit, every time hoe

Doors go up, I'm switching lanes, they suicidal

Butterfly coupe, not no rental

Oh yeah hit your thot, she gave top, hit her dental

I stand on my guap, on my guap, turn to ten foot

Already there, money spread, yeah, money fold

She a teen, I'm a teen, neither of us old

Popping way too many 2C-Bs, might overdose

Popping way too many 2C-Bs, that's how I cope

I don't shop no mall, I drop racks Soho

Get a rise out of watching you fall

Get a kick out of missing your calls

Ima pour a four up in my soda

I just crashed the Benz, skid it right out the lot

No, I ain't average, forked it, took your thot

I went back, I went back for Final Home

Not no Saks, Balenciaga head to toe

All black, perfect fit, every time hoe

Doors go up, I'm switching lanes, they suicidal

I need more dope, need more dopamine in my system

I can't feel nothing, I can't feel my face

You can't fuck with us, going up no Adderall

Bitch I've been in my bag, once it's up, then it's stuck