take it wit a grain of fentanyl Lyrics

I’m gon need my smoke

I ain’t getting low

Need a fucking pound

For the personal

I ain’t been to sleep

Been a fucking week

Why you cracking smiles

Shit ain’t really fucking sweet

Copped a new whip mane dat shit 40 bands

Fuck bout the credit I bought it in cash

Marketing major i divvy the bands

Fuck bout a label don’t want no advance

Don’t got no plan

Boy just a rapper

Never gon matter

Stackin that bread but you spend that shit faster

Boutta be broke but at least you went platinum bitch (don't even)

Don’t even play

You been on pause and yo life been a waste

Permanent stay

Purgatory yo story so boring ignore it, can’t stay awake

In da sewer, where I’m cooling

I like da cold da wet da humid

Get to moving off the movement shoot the crowd

Ain't nothing fucking barely human

I got this hoe and she ready go die

Get that lobotomy straight to yo eye

Don’t look my way mane this trap ain’t a crime

Need bout a rack if you want me to slide

Ain’t got no time, talking to me

Boy I been blind, never gon see

Whatchu been doing cause I been improving I ain’t even human

I hit my jig in her pink aye (what?)

Feel like Jigsaw dis piece

On my waist underneath

Wit a dick on my heater

I don't need her

But I keep that bitch around

For my laundry and her beaver

(I’m gon what?)