FENTANYL

(альбом: DT3 - 2022)

Oh Skinny, you wilding nigga

Ay, number thirty thousand
Trapping so much whip they call the police at the public housing
I can't do no shit I told them niggas I was only browsing
Yo bitch love to wrestle, beat her up, I call it Ronnie Rousing
Damn, my fingers bleeding, all I'm doing is just fucking counting
Damn, you niggas snitching, funny he thought we won't do shit about it
How you beefing on the internet
I know that you ain't shot shit in your life, you never been a threat
Threw the fucking ocean on my arm, you never been in sweat
Put another plate up on the bar and I ain't bend to [?]
Serving fentanyl
Press them with the 30 on the back, it look like Adderall
Damn, if I just stack up all my money bread look hella' tall
Reaching for that 30 with the drum, that stick was hella' small
You ain't want no beef, nigga, I eat Philly's
Cheese steak and I'm dream chasing, I'm feeling like I'm Meek Milly
EA cause I splay sports and you niggas out here pop pillies
Y'all counting on Instagram and I'm counting on top millies
I think money made a monster
My wrist is prolly magic, I whip another pot up
We gon' bring the beef right to your door like it's a pot luck
Always keep a bullet in the head I keep a shot tucked
Ay, fuck you know about that
Shoot em, put my pole right back
Windows on that 'cat, all black
Ay, that's our team, energy
Ay, I'm a beast, envy me
Ay, MVP, carry teams
Ay, Hit ya head, [?]
Serving fentanyl, getting off (mm)
Just don't get involved, we get it all