Love Drugs

(álbum: Punken - 2018)

Lil momma, why you gotta nigga stressin'?
Lil momma, why you gotta ask questions?
Why you worried 'bout the hoes I'm textin'?
Why you going through my phone text message?
I be creeping on the low, can't help it
I be sipping on the four, can't help it
Taking percs to the face like a selfie
Molly rocks, I'ma roll like Elvis

I choose the percs over you, aye
I choose the syrup over you, aye
I put the herb in the leaf like it's autumn
I'm on the syrup like a pancake or waffle
Just like a baby, I sip out the bottle
Still on the pint, I'ma pour out the bottle
Tropical Sprite with codeine at the bottom
Mix it together, at first it was separate
We always fighting, we better off separate
I sip the Qualitest when I get desperate
I ate a Xannie and instantly felt it
You or the drugs, is it really a question?
I choose the percs over you
I choose the syrup over you
Love is a drug and I think I'm addicted
Call up my doctor, I need a prescription

Call me 'bout nothing, huffing and puffing
Everyday fussing, making up assumptions
Insecure bitch think I'm always doing something
Worry about no hoe, I'm chasing that money
Pop four dummies, cup too muddy
Weed too gummy, chain too sunny
Tryna get high, can't deal with the drama
Basic lil hoe, act just like her momma
Say I need help, I'm a junkie, I'm an addict
Just 'cause I mix the codeine with the Addies
Narco summers, bag dope with the Xannies
Work a nigga nerves and I'm just tryna manage
Mary Jane never talk back
Molly don't give me no slack (lil hoe)
Lil drank, Act know how to act
Married to the dope, ain't never turning back

Lil momma, why you got a nigga stressin'?
Lil momma, why you gotta ask questions?
Why you worried 'bout the hoes I'm textin'?
Why you going through my phone text message?
I be creeping on the low, can't help it
I be sipping on the four, can't help it
Taking percs to the face like a selfie
Molly rocks, I'ma roll like Elvis

I choose the percs over you (aye)
I choose the syrup over you (aye)
I put the herb in the leaf like it's autumn
I'm on the syrup like a pancake or waffle
Just like a baby, I sip out the bottle
Still on the pint, I'ma pour out the bottle
Tropical Sprite with codeine at the bottom
Mix it together, at first it was separate
We always fighting, we better off separate
I sip the Qualitest when I get desperate
I ate a Xannie and instantly felt it
You or the drugs, is it a question?
I choose the percs over you
I choose the syrup over you
Love is a drug and I think I'm addicted
Call up my doctor, I need a prescription