[Chorus]
Oh my God!
Why he popping all them pills, he so fried
Too geeked up, and I feel just like I'm god
If I ride with a bitch she know she mine
Yea you know we slide
I wanna hit a lick, rob your ass and benefit
Always stand on business bitch, guilty, never innocent
Tried to tell, I'm with the shits
Maybe they ain't listening
Maybe they ain't hear me tho
Too high, I don't give a shit, oh no
[Verse]
What the business is?
I'm in Michigan with a bitch, got her glistening
And my neck slit, all drip, it be shimmering
Kel-Tec hockey stick, get pucked, all this ice lil bitch
Yea, I'm with the shit, yea, really at your wig, yea
Run up you get flipped, yea, Glock stuck like a tick, yea
Ron Artest with my shot you get hit, yea
Hit your ass from the box like a blitz, yea
That lil scope on the rifle, got you in my idle
I seen that hoe follow me, disciples, guess I'm really her idol
I'm taking off just like a write off, must be why she psycho
Been popping X, I'm way too geeked to feel the fucking vibe, hoe
Rolling like a motherfucking eighteen wheeler
Try him if you want, but he hang with them killers
Grey Five Nine through my veins like some Chiva
Halo round ya head, put ya face on a picture
[Chorus]
Oh my God!
Why he popping all them pills, he so fried
Too geeked up, and I feel just like I'm god
If I ride with a bitch she know she mine
Yea you know we slide
I wanna hit a lick, rob your ass and benefit
Always stand on business bitch, guilty, never innocent
Tried to tell, I'm with the shits
Maybe they ain't listening
Maybe they ain't hear me tho
Too high, I don't give a shit, oh no
[Outro]
We're sorry
We're sorry
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