Don't let these bitches get in your head (Wheezy Outta Here)
Fallin' out of love with Xanax
Livin' my life on the edge, I'm sacrificin' everything
I did Oxy', I don't need alcohol, I pop Rolexes like they Adderall
Continuin', deliverin' the substance, I'ma be there for my bros, one call
Don't you try and judge us like you ain't got no flaws
Don't you try and judge us, don't you try and trust us
Let it go down-down-down, ain't no issues
She gon' cry-cry-cry, she feel misused
Uh, she wanna kick it, she know judo, I cannot save her, I'm not a hero
Bank account commas and zeros, Gucci, Amiri, my apparel
Keep a pistol, let it hit ya', I'm official
Fuck that bitch, I will not kiss her, I won't miss her, uh
Make her cry-cry-cry, she need tissue
I get high-high-high, and have no issues
VVS on me, no igloo
You say you fly, but we been flew, uh, uh-uh
I told that bitch it ain't no way around it like Future
Come to find out, yesterday, she was fuckin' on Future
Stripper bitches callin' on my phone, they wanna know when I'll show up to the club
'Cause I throw hundreds in that bitch, ain't throwin' dubs
Spend a check, oh, money love, designer clothes, designer ho's, designer drugs
50K for the Birkin bag, did it just because
I'm in Chicago where they drill-drill-drill-drill
No Limit gang with me, yeah they real-real-real-real
FBG up in here, Future real-real-real-real
Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins
Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club
Hundred racks in my pockets, ain't no dubs
Lot of Crip niggas spillin' lotta blood
Got a million-dollar ice just because
Exotic hoes, exotic clothes, exotic drugs
All hundreds in my bank, ain't find a dub
Blow some gas on that nigga, he a dub
Untamed make me feel-feel-feel-feel
No Limit gang whippin' that real-real-real-real
Rest in peace, you either kill or be killed
Bullets fly-fly-fly-fly, homicide-cide-cide, let's get high-high-high
Make her cry-cry-cry, she need tissue
I get high-high-high, and have no issues
VVS on me, no igloo
You say you fly, but we been flew, uh, uh-uh
You can see what we done been through
You didn't see the road we took, it was grimy
You don't know the way we been through
Bullets fly-fly-fly
Make you cry-cry-cry, cry-cry
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