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[Intro: Caspr]
What, aye
(Plug)
(Nitemare)
(nyli)
(Plug)
[Verse 1: Caspr]
Posted in the street like a light pole
Uh, I ain't feeling her 'cause she's psycho
Percocet in my stomach like some light bulb
Told that bitch that I see wrong dealing, like a typo
Pills on my lips, pills on my bitch
She wanna try a perc, but it made her sick
Pills on my lips, pills on my bitch
Lie to my bitch
It's just what it is
See, I love my bitch and I love my myself
But it made me sick
[Verse 2: David Shawty]
[?]
[Verse 3: Yungster Jack]
[?]
[Outro: Caspr & Yungster Jack]
Pills on my lips, flawless diamonds on my bitch
I can get you chipped, if the blood went through my bitch
Nam ,flesym yb ,flesym yb tihs siht diD
I don't need a handout (Oh)
Nam ,flesym yb ,flesym yb tihs siht diD
Wouldn't need a handout (Oh)
Nam ,flesym yb ,flesym yb tihs siht diD
Wouldn't need a handout (Yeah)
Tuodnah on deen t'nod I
I'm living off the xan (Aye)
I've-I've been making, there ain't nothing to understand
Yeah, yeah, yeah, i'ma let your bitch know what's the plan
(cinap neve t'now ,tcefrep os er'uoY)
Dick down on a bitch, but i'ma fucking prick
So 12 on the bay, baby, hide my stick
Jacket, it's my wrist, it glows, but we ain't do no plan (Yeah)
(Aye, aye, aye)
What, aye
(Plug)
(Nitemare)
(nyli)
(Plug)
[Verse 1: Caspr]
Posted in the street like a light pole
Uh, I ain't feeling her 'cause she's psycho
Percocet in my stomach like some light bulb
Told that bitch that I see wrong dealing, like a typo
Pills on my lips, pills on my bitch
She wanna try a perc, but it made her sick
Pills on my lips, pills on my bitch
Lie to my bitch
It's just what it is
See, I love my bitch and I love my myself
But it made me sick
[Verse 2: David Shawty]
[?]
[Verse 3: Yungster Jack]
[?]
[Outro: Caspr & Yungster Jack]
Pills on my lips, flawless diamonds on my bitch
I can get you chipped, if the blood went through my bitch
Nam ,flesym yb ,flesym yb tihs siht diD
I don't need a handout (Oh)
Nam ,flesym yb ,flesym yb tihs siht diD
Wouldn't need a handout (Oh)
Nam ,flesym yb ,flesym yb tihs siht diD
Wouldn't need a handout (Yeah)
Tuodnah on deen t'nod I
I'm living off the xan (Aye)
I've-I've been making, there ain't nothing to understand
Yeah, yeah, yeah, i'ma let your bitch know what's the plan
(cinap neve t'now ,tcefrep os er'uoY)
Dick down on a bitch, but i'ma fucking prick
So 12 on the bay, baby, hide my stick
Jacket, it's my wrist, it glows, but we ain't do no plan (Yeah)
(Aye, aye, aye)