[Intro]

(GOONTEX)

Ayy, I'm on that Wock' shit, that Wock' shit

Ayy, ayy, uh

[Chorus]

How many drugs you gon' mix? That's three

How many sluts you miss? That's none

How many racks you gon' put in her purse?

How she get lipstick on yo' gun?

Shit ain't been the same since you followed that hearse

How you got pain spillin' from yo' cup?

[Verse]

Tighten up boy, ayy

You gon' cut him off, but it ain't that deep

Get the last word, but shit, that's me

I was popping Xans', like twenty a week

Mama just prayin' I'm somewhere asleep

I ain't ever had shit before I rap

So, I talk cash shit on these beats

You don't sell drugs, why you sleep in the trap?

Rather my brothers 'round when I sleep

I don't trust nobody but that home

EFG, R.I.P. Pop, free Lo

And I'm with a diva, she like T.O

Why I see a demon at one of my shows?

Damn, leave it up to me yo ass'll be gone

Lеave it up to me, I'll nevеr be wrong

Why she keep peepin' to see my phone?

Ain't shit in there, but drank and Percs

Never love an addict, but we made it work

Know you did me right when I speak in circles

Never drunk Act', but I'm chasin' purple

Spent everything 'cause I'm really rich

Took it to the 'net 'cause he really a bitch

You ain't got heart, but you proud of me

Drink in the Bentley, like CMG

Now we don't speak but she in reach

Too much trauma, took three to sleep

You'll be a ex if you leave it to me

Can't let 'em down 'cause my people with me

And they made a way, but it's deeper than me

[Chorus]

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, how many drugs you gon' mix? That's three

How many sluts you miss? That's none

How many racks you gon' put in her purse?

How she get lipstick on yo' gun?

Damn

Damn, damn

Ayy, how many drugs you gon' mix? That's three

How many sluts you miss? That's none

How many racks you gon' put in her purse?

How she get lipstick on yo' gun? (GOONTEX)

We ain't been the same since you followed that hearse

How you got pain spillin' from yo' cup?

How you got pain spillin' from yo' cup?