Meds

[Intro: YBS Skola]

King Midas

Streets so sad

Ride around town, thinkin' 'bout my homie

I need that bag

Got that case a nigga try to get up on me

Stop draggin' my swag

Keep the campaign going, I deserve a trophy

Long live Up Next

Now I gotta do it all on my lonely

[Chorus: YBS Skola]

How they gon' try to compare us? (How?)

I hang with ballers and players (Style)

I could've been in the feds (Gone)

If I wasn't sitting on some bread (Some bread)

But I'm in the house with the money piling (With the money)

Come here, lil' bitch, give me head (Give me head)

She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles (Shut up)

Baby, I need all my meds (Yeah)

How they gon' try to compare us? (Yeah)

I hang with ballers and players (Ball)

I could've been in the feds (Mall)

If I wasn't sitting on some bread (Woo)

But I'm in the house with the money piling

Come here, lil' bitch, give me head

She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles

But baby, I need all my meds

Baby, I need all my meds

Baby, I need all my meds

I'm in the house with the money piling

Come here, lil' bitch, give me head

She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles

But baby, I need all my meds

[Verse 1: YBS Skola]

Wipe off the whips with the rag (Skrrt)

We got bikes we forgot in the shed (Forgot)

Pour up lean and I sip, I don't share (Lean)

Fully loaded, I'm comin' prepared (Yeah)

You'd rather sit 'round and hate

But I'd rather go get to that bread (For sure)

You'd rather go on a date

I'd just rather count money instead (Count dough)

How you don't know what to wear? (How?)

I like for niggas to stare (Stare)

How her ass touching her hair? (Wow)

But I do not like to share (Nah)

We walk around at the fair (Yeah)

Niggas is turnin' they heads (Yeah)

Can't wait to get in the crib (Crib)

Why I thank God in the Benz

[Chorus: YBS Skola]

How they gon' try to compare us? (How?)

I hang with ballers and players (Ball)

I could've been in the feds (Mall)

If I wasn't sitting on some bread (Woo)

But I'm in the house with the money piling

Come here, lil' bitch, give me head

She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles

But baby, I need all my meds

Baby, I need all my meds

Baby, I need all my meds

I'm in the house with the money piling

Come here, lil' bitch, give me head

She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles

But baby, I need all my meds

[Verse 2: Lil Skies]

Baby I need all my meds

Got blue hundreds, I'm stacking this bread (Cash)

All this drank, got me wakin' up late (Up late)

I got thirty racks stashed by the bed (Bed)

Your girlfriend wanna go on a date (A date)

We in traffic, she givin' me head (Me head)

I'm a boss, I put you in your place (Your place)

Better watch what you say, I ain't playin' (I ain't playin')

You my brother, I ride for my mans (My mans)

You stayed down and you stuck to the plan (The plan)

I got you when you stuck in a jam (A jam)

Ride or die when it comes to the fam (Fam)

Takin' pictures, I shine when the lights off

She wanna know what my chain cost

VVS teeth when I floss

Takin' wins, can't take a loss

All this money, probably need a vault

You doin' bad and it's not my fault

They hatin' on you when you do good

I'm doing me, just as I should

I really wish a pussy nigga would

Me and Skola, we in your hood

Double cup and a Backwood

We live a life that you wish you could