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[Chorus]
‎On these different substances, I'm psyched out, uh (Hiheartz)
Psyched out, uh
Got them lights out, uh
She wanna meet me, told that bih meet at the drug house
I just sent that bitch the addy, she don't know it was the plug's house
Yeah, like she don't know just who I am, yeah
I'm a fuckin' monster
I'm a zombie on them pills, yeah
Thirty clip, I got him
Why that bitch up in the field? Yeah
I just bust down the lil' racks
I could barely even feel shit

[Verse]
Shawty got a fat ass and I told that bih to back that shit up
Uh, up, uh, up, yeah, back that shit up
I got a bloody, then I told that bih to pour that shit up
Uh, up, uh, up, told her pour that shit up
4 a.m., I'm still up
Fuckin' on some sisters
Told that bih to make my dinner
I get geeked up off prеscriptions
I get geeked up
I get geekеd up, barely livin'
Y'all know what's in my cup
And I ain't gon' let you sip it
Zombie walk in the mud
Baby want some purple kisses
I cannot do no love
Take yo' soul and then I finish
I'm so fly, up with doves
Codeine come out when I'm pissin'
She know I'm in love with blood
Ninety Oxy', feelin' different
Got that ho up in a Range' Rove'
Told that bih to bring me home
So I change clothes
And she can't see my face
'Cause I got that Ricky cloak
Don't care what you say
Bitch, I don't wanna know
Bitch, I had a bad day
So I went and poured a four
I'm too busy switchin' lanes
Nah, I can't go slow
And I'm ridin' dolo
Can't do promo
Hate that fuckin' bitch
That's a low blow
Dressed up in this Rick
Walkin' through the snow
Think that bitch need an award
For givin' me that throat
Yeah, that lil' bitch a GOAT
She a GOAT with that throat
I don't know what you want, what you want, what you want
Come with me and close the door, close the door, close the door
I'ma fuck 'round, hit that bih from the back, then the front
And you know I cannot lack, got that pole 'cause I'm up
'Cause I'm up, then it's stuck
Hear them shots, gotta duck
I'm too busy livin' my life
I couldn't give a fuck 'bout ya
And I'm off one-twenty Oxy'
But I'm far from actin' dumb
And you know I snuck that Glocky in
When I'm in the club
And you know I love that sloppy shit
When she suck me up
Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh
[Chorus]
‎On these different substances, I'm psyched out, uh
Psyched out, uh
Got them lights out, uh
She wanna meet me, told that bih meet at the drug house
I just sent that bitch the addy, she don't know it was the plug's house
Yeah, like she don't know just who I am, yeah
I'm a fuckin' monster
I'm a zombie on them pills, yeah
Thirty clip, I got him
Why that bitch up in the field? Yeah
I just bust down the lil' racks
I could barely even feel shit