Sippin on sprite
Opiate fiend by night
I'm melting, melting
Transparent phone in my hand
My room starts spinning
Hit that bong
Don't tell me where I'm goin cause I know it's wrong
Bitch I know it's long
Hundreds in my pockets
Morphine in my bag, take a drag
I'm in an ice bath
Drug lord, you can feel my wrath
Half sober like Gandalf
Throwin paper like Gatsby
Chain on my neck like mister T
Tincitures in my bag, I'm in Tokyo
Got alot of dough no bitches tho
Ain't got no love for these hoes
The smoke from these cloves making it hard to see
No prescription here
No ID so I'm not sipping beer
Nike tracksuit on
Dri fit everything
I can't even see through the drug haze
Stepping through my mirror
So I can hear her
Blood and ice on my wrist
Shawty got some tits
Make em shake, wake and bake
While I'm listening to Drake
In the hotel lobby I'm mobbing with my crew
Who the fuck are you
Windows 95 on my cpu and I'm reppin uncle Drew
One thousand ferns cover the floor while I'm fucking your whore
Bitch I got more in store
Frost on my gucci belt