Fuck What It Was

Mixin' lean with Oxycontin, it's like I can't get enough

She keep tellin' me to stop it, it's like I can't give it up

Overdose, I'm throwin' up, fallin' victim to the plug

I don't think that shit is love, when you around, I'm feelin' lust

When your hand is in my hand, I think that shit give me a rush

When I'm down, & feelin' low, I count my bands to make it up

I ride around in Bentley trucks, it's what it is, fuck what it was

Vintage Rick Owen, I just keep goin

Pockets flooded, full of racks, talkin' bout motion

Never foldin' on the plan, I know my niggas gon' win

Smoke a blunt and get my mind right

I can't let it go, been thinkin' bout you all night

But by the morning, you'll be off my mind

Wait up, it's like I need you to wait

Why you askin' how I feel, I check my bank, I'm feelin' great

I cut the grass, watch out for snakes

New double cup, I take a drink

I just poured a fuckin' line, now my Fanta turn in pink

Now my gram think I'm abusin, I just don't know what to think

Mixin' lean with Oxycontin, it's like I can't get enough

She keep tellin' me to stop it, it's like I can't give it up

Overdose, I'm throwin' up, fallin' victim to the plug

I don't think this shit is love