im2gone Lyrics

Drugs

We get fucked up

We get fucked up

We get fucked up (Yeah!)

We get fucked up (Yeah!)

I'm so fucked up (Ah)

Pop another one (Pop it!)

Only way I feel alive I sip that drank, I sip that drank

Went got married to the Molly, got a brand new wedding ring (Ooh)

I've been rollin', I can't focus nigga I can't feel a thing

I love bitches, money, cars, and clothes, and rollin' off a bean (Bean, Ah!)

She see how I'm rollin' now she wanna roll with me

Snapping photos, she want all my hoes to see

Whip the four door, my hoes jumping out the seat

I might put Balenciaga on her she a demon (Pills)

Pills (Pills) Pills, we so caught up in this life (Pills)

Pills (Pills) Pills, we do Molly every night (Woah)

Bitch I love that X! I fuck all my bitches right (Fuck!)

She ride me the best, that's the type of bitch I like (Yeah)

I need a lot of more drugs, I need a lot of more drugs in my body (Body yeah)

I am not looking for love cuz all of these bitches know nothing about it (Bout it yeah)

I threw a bean in the soda then had to go turn up the show with my bro (Bean, bean, bean)

I'm on a muhfuckin bender, I've just been booted up off of these drugs (Drugs)

Drugs

We get fucked up

We get fucked up

We get fucked up (Yeah!)

We get fucked up (Yeah!)

I'm so fucked up (Ah)

Pop another one (Pop it!)

Only way I feel alive I sip that drank, I sip that drank

Went got married to the Molly, got a brand new wedding ring (Ooh)

I've been rollin', I can't focus nigga I can't feel a thing

I love bitches, money, cars, and clothes, and rollin' off a bean (Bean, Ah!)

Running through this cash, it's no problem baby girl

Running through these drugs, it's no problem baby girl

I was so fucked up, but I still want you baby girl

I'm so high right now could be the drugs talking

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