[Chorus]
So many drugs in my body, I'm exhausted
I got thugs in the lobby, in the club, fuck your posse
Fuck with me, I leave you sitting in a coffin
Bullets eating up your body, one to the head, now you silent
I remember window shopping, now I cop shit
So much Gucci in my closet, banded up, fuck a wallet
All my fans telling me that I should drop shit
What you want? I got options, fifty albums in my pocket

[Post-Chorus]
Artist of the motherfucking year
People scream my name from London to Japan
Codeine sip, I don't want no fucking beer
Everywhere I go, they know I'm the fucking man
I get so high I won't ever land
LA in the summertime, get a fucking tan
But I don't go outside at all

[Verse 1]
That shit be having my girl pissed off
Sorry, I'm anti, but for her love I'm antsy
Everyday wanna get in her panties
Every night in the stu' making Grammies
Just gave fifty bands to my mommy
Just gave ten bands to my auntie
You couldn't do that if you worked your whole life
I know why you're worried 'bout me, n***a, you don't got your own life
Hollering at my bitch like you ain't got your own wife
They tell me if I take too many of these Percs, then I'm gon' die
Fuck it, I'ma pray to god for a long life
Still gon' live a wrong life
[Chorus]
So many drugs in my body, I'm exhausted
I got thugs in the lobby, in the club, fuck your posse
Fuck with me, I leave you sitting in a coffin
Bullets eating up your body, one to the head, now you silent
I remember window shopping, now I cop shit
So much Gucci in my closet, banded up, fuck a wallet
All my fans telling me that I should drop shit
What you want? I got options, fifty albums in my pocket

[Verse 2]
I've been but I don't brake
I don't has bitch, I take
Choppa shake like a earthquake, choppa shake like a earthquake
Choppa shake like a earthquake, choppa shake like a earthquake
Choppa shake like a earthquake, choppa shake like a earthquake
Choppa shake like a earthquake, choppa shake like a earthquake
Choppa shake like a earthquake, choppa shake like a earthquake
Choppa shake like a earthquake, uh
Walk up in the building off the pills, yeah, I run it
I'm in the cut with them gunners
I'm a pedestrian, Gunna
Run up on me then it's nothin'
Birdman money, I feel like a stunner
Started it from the bottom, feel like Drake on the n***a
Got my own money, I can't never hate on a n***a
N***as think they real but they fake, lil' n***a
Say you eatin' good, pass the plate, lil' n***a
I break bread with my n***as, I break bread with my bitches
I break bread
Got a fridge full of liquor, got a gun with a bullet in the head
Bad bitch from Taiwana, said she love the marijuana that I spread
Talk dumb then I'ma up 'em, big choppas with the gun, a n***a dead
Headshot put his brains on the floor
Headshots, backshots with this ho
Ball out like Derek, n***a, Rose
Ballerina gun keep you on your toes (Uh-huh)
Gun on me, cock it back and then I realod (Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh)
Gun sing, american idol with the glee show (Uh-huh)
Bape up on my cape, but no, I'm not a hero (Yeah, uh-huh)
VVS on my neck, my shit is Sub-Zero (Woah, woah)
Bitch, o-oh, I can't talk right now, it's drugs in my jaw, uh
Bitch, o-oh, I can't talk right now, it's molly in my jaw, woah, woah, woah
Try me if you want, I don't wanna go
With God, here we goin
It's all my fault, it's all my fault
The Devil get involved, don't get involved
I'm a ticking time bomb, I'm a ticking-time bomb
[Chorus]
So many drugs in my body, I'm exhausted
I got thugs in the lobby, in the club, fuck your posse
Fuck with me, I leave you sitting in a coffin
Bullets eating up your body, one to the head, now you silent
I remember window shopping, now I cop shit
So much Gucci in my closet, banded up, fuck a wallet
All my fans telling me that I should drop shit
What you want? I got options, fifty albums in my pocket