Verse 1 :

I got my bread up
I was sick of being broke fed up
We shootin hollows
And we ain’t giving no heads up
They think they goin crazy
They ain’t next up
Potion got me lazy
In this red cup
I buy designer all the time for no reason
I got all the new seasons
I buy designer all the time for no reason

Verse 2 :

Yeah I know that they copy me I just don’t give a fuck
I got poison in this cup it’s fuckin my organs up
I can’t feel my face I’m numb
I got 30 in this drum I put a 20 in his lung
Prada on my body
Used to need my friends to spot me
I been up so long
I feel like a zombie
I hope u thinkin
Cuz u die if u cross me
No 1 on 1’s
8 deep like we blondie
Outro :

I got my bread up
I was sick of being broke fed up
We shootin hollows
And we ain’t giving no heads up
They think they goin crazy
They ain’t next up
Potion got me lazy
In this red cup