Hallucinating

By FattMack

On SkinnyMack

Released on July 17, 2023

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[Intro]

Ayy, Fatt

I get high to lift my low, I’m not sick but pour a 4


[Verse]

Ayy, I get high to lift my low, I’m not sick but pour a 4

Knew she was a devil in disguise, and then she really showed me

Every-time we ever locked eyes, I looked into your soul

Sorry that I did you wrong

Pop a pill get in my zone

Damn, now I'm hallucinating, I done got too fuckin' faded (Damn)

Babe, I've been missing you

Know you probably thinking about me, whenever he with you

I know niggas really snort that white, they on that needle too

He think, he the devil, pussy nigga, I'ma Demon too

We done came too far to lose

Bitch, I done got skin, 'cause I can't eat whenever I think of you

Get freaky, off them jiggles

I'm gonna eat it while I finger you

If you know you a eater, duck your taco, can't be seen with you

Last time we had fuck, It wasn’t the same, like, who been seeing you?

I already know that shit you talkin' bout ain't the fuckin' truth

I need RPSs in my Za, before I go in the booth

We got Draco, sticks and switches too, and bro all out the roof

I seduce you with this brand new Scat Pack I just bought

Got good news, it's time to celebrate a new opp just got caught

And it’s that no ho from my city

If you lose me, then you lost

Tryna see a nigga think I'm dumb, like I don't see that cross

Pussy nigga, don't be dissin', let me know if you want smoke

'Fore a nigga, steal me from my gang, I leave a head open

I'm gon' leave a pussy nigga in the pool of blood chokin'

I don't convo with my side hoe, hit her up when I get horny

Pull up in Atlanta, Georgia, smokin' like it's California

It’s just me and bro, we got two bitches and two ratchets on us

Don't be cookin' crack where you stay at, cause that's a bad aroma

FattMack lookin' for his first lady, his Michelle Obama

Don't be scared to come and press the issue, if we got a problem

I be so damn high, I whack a nigga, and forget tomorrow

I got plenty bitches on me, say you “love me”, bitch, stop jokin'

Goin' harder than these pussy rappers, somehow I'm still local? (On, God)