[Chorus]
I still need my fix, even though drugs gon' leave me broken
I send out invites, but still my door is never open
Told me hold her close, but still I think I need some distance
I need some advice, but I'm just not the type to listen
No, I'm not the type to party, ooh
Bet you she'd give up her body, ah
I got her gassed up off the molly, ooh
She on the bull like a trolley
She off the Ecstasy
She said taking drugs are only vile
Told her, "I'm the plug, so come and try"

[Verse 1]
Shе tryna play mind games
Don't make sensе how these hoes can't change
Driving fast in a brand new Range
Drop the top in the pouring rain
Woke up feeling made for this
Had to switch it up, ain't no basic shit
Got to get a grip, you can't handle this
If he cap, I might pop his lip
Benz, white body, white Ducati, both them look like snow
Glock 19 similar to a fan, if these n***as hot, then it's gon' blow
And shit got real when I lost my deal
'Til this day, never felt so cold
But I came out the dark throwing elbows
I could never look back, it's the life I chose
[Chorus]
I still need my fix, even though drugs gon' leave me broken
I send out invites, but still my door is never open
Told me hold her close, but still I think I need some distance
I need some advice, but I'm just not the type to listen
No, I'm not the type to party, ooh
Bet you she'd give up her body, ah
I got her gassed up off the molly, ooh
She on the bull like a trolley
She off the Ecstasy
She said taking drugs are only vile
Told her, "I'm the plug, so come and try"

[Verse 2]
I'm the one n***a you can't trick
In a mad city, no Kendrick
Need drugs, girl, I got your script
Make your head spin, no kickflip
From the dirt, I had to grow
Yeah, that's flower power
New bitch, she a botanist
See the green, she want all of it
My boy, Maison, he rocking Margiela
Bark wrong, you gon' get shot like Old Yeller
My songs, they sing to me at Coachella
Arc'teryx on me, I'm fly like a feather
And these broke boys lame, tryna mess with me, but I'm gon' clean it up
When they catch their mom giving head that's bomb in the back of my Cybertruck
[Chorus]
I still need my fix, even though drugs gon' leave me broken
I send out invites, but still my door is never open
Told me hold her close, but still I think I need some distance
I need some advice, but I'm just not the type to listen
No, I'm not the type to party, ooh
Bet you she'd give up her body, ah
I got her gassed up off the molly, ooh
She on the bull like a trolley
She off the Ecstasy
She said taking drugs are only vile
Told her, "I'm the plug, so come and try"