Murky Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Head getting murky

Pour it up, and I'm adding a perky

Really I'm ducking, I'm swerving

Seventeen, fake pill what I'm serving

I need a mill, it's my purpose

I'm not a regular person

Faded all black in the back of Suburbans

I feel my feet getting numb

Moving with heat in the streets

To spitting out heat with the beat of the drum

Stepping in Neimans, I'm geeking

I got it, I'm beating

I'm leaving him slumped

Really a demon deceived me

I never could really believe that I won

I had a prayer on the tip of my tongue

Head on my shoulders, it's weighing a ton

Know that they never did see me

They never did see me

Believe me, I'm gone

I, got a little something for the fiends

I, got this big four fifth inside my jeans

I, might need to walk with it if I creep

All these demons in my bed so I don't sleep, nah

Baby bro eighteen and it's fifty K for the bail, uh (Fuck)

I told my other guys it would be okay

No, we cannot fail

I'm in an F-type with a ticket

Lil bro John Wick, he won't miss you

I got a Cuban I need a missile

Side bag full of dime bags, and them nickels, yeah

I'm in the kitchen I'm flicking a biscuit now

I was down bad outside and I got all these issues now

They would feel the same, how they mad at me

Saks Fifth'ing I could blow right through your salary, yeah, uh

You might feel the same

You might catch a grain

I need some managers and producers

I'm on the time line with a booster

My slime he slide in an Uber

Five K I'm outside, fuck you losers

I made a bucket fried she a prover

I got a lotta chips on my mind I don't chip for the shooter

On me, yeah

Chip on my shoulder

Crack fiends, these bad dreams, nah

Look at me now Mom, I'm in a Rover

They talking down but I'm gonna blow up

Studio - for weeks, I'm trying to blow

Better that than me fuck up the stove

Summer time I'm a fuck up a load

Oh oh, don't bang my phone

I'm tryna get to a higher place

Popping them addies, I'm popping them plates

I get a bag and I stay out the way

I saw it coming, no really it's fate

Maison Margeila or Dior today

I'm in a foreign, don't stop for the jakes

I'm in a whip with irregular tints, it's a regular day

Yeah, uh

Really they're all the same no

I can't give no blame out

I can't take the safe route

I can't take the safe route

Black trucks like a stake out

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I, got a little something for the fiends

I, got this big four fifth inside my jeans

I, might need to walk with it if I creep

All these demons in my bed so I don't sleep, nah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Head getting murky

Pour it up, and I'm adding a perky

Really I'm ducking, I'm swerving

Seventeen, fake pill what I'm serving

I need a mill, it's my purpose

I'm not a regular person

Faded all black in the back of Suburbans

I feel my feet getting numb

Moving with heat in the streets

To spitting out heat with the beat of the drum

Stepping in Neimans, I'm geeking

I got it, I'm beating

I'm leaving him slumped

Really a demon deceived me

I never could really believe that I won

I had a prayer on the tip of my tongue

Load on my shoulders, it's weighing a ton

(Got a little something for the fiends

I, got this big four fifth inside my jeans

I, might need to walk with it if I creep

These demons in my bed so I don't sleep, no)