Released on April 9, 2024

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[Intro]

Off of all type of drugs

I’m off of all type of drugs

Aye, Aye, Yeah

Fallin’ in the club

Yeah, Yeah, Fatt


[Chorus]

I got rich, i bust my wrist

I’m sorry for all that shit i did

If it ain’t ‘bout money, I’m stayin’ in the crib

You know I’m gon’ blow, we goin’ to drill

I’m locked and loaded, I’m focused on pills

They told me I’m never gonna make it, i did

Yeah, and i know they hate, the fact i did it

I’m stayin’ high, and stay in my feelings

Load up my 9, bitch I’m comin’ get you

Before they take me out, I’ma turn to a killa

You tell me I’m lyin’, how the fuck did you figure?

I know you ain’t shit, and you fuck with that nigga

I’m gon’ be fishin’ these niggas, to [?]

I know he a bitch, and he ain’t really with it

Don’t nun of my opps, wanna talk ‘bout figures

I pour lean, everyday I’m a real wok sipper


[Verse]

Bae i love you to death, you keep throwin’ me off

This bitch nosy ass hell, tryna check my phone

I love my drugs, they keep me goin’

I’m in love, with your love, come and give me ya heart

All these rap niggas, my sons

Cartier sittin’ on my arm

You know, I’m one of the ones baby

I’m the one, who really won

I got rich, and ice my neck

I just want love, but this bitch want sex

I clear my head, with these perc’s

Can’t be callin’ the plug, cause I’m feelin’ upset

High as fuck while I’m drivin’, i pray i don’t reck

Everyday I be grindin’, i pray that I’m next

I still prayed for you, even after you left

And i don’t really miss you, or wish that I kept you


[Chorus]

I got rich, i bust my wrist

I’m sorry for all that shit i did

If it ain’t ‘bout money, I’m stayin’ in the crib

You know I’m gon’ blow, we goin’ to drill

I’m locked and loaded, I’m focused on pills

They told me I’m never gonna make it, i did

Yeah, and i know they hate, the fact i did it

I’m stayin’ high, and stay in my feelings

Load up my 9, bitch I’m comin’ get you

Before they take me out, I’ma turn to a killa

You tell me I’m lyin’, how the fuck did you figure?

I know you ain’t shit, and you fuck with that nigga

I’m gon’ be fishin’ these niggas, to [?]

I know he a bitch, and he ain’t really with it

Don’t nun of my opps, wanna talk ‘bout figures

I pour lean, everyday I’m a real wok sipper


[Outro]

On, God