[Verse 1]

Girl, you know that shit you speak about

Okay, bitch, shut yo mouth

I know that they was talking shit

I'm finna shut it down

And you know I ain't smoking mid, I'm smoking only loud

I need some medical grade up in my blunt

Nah, nah, yeah

You a junky, not a jock

Give a fuck about a job

When you drop a song it flops

You ain't got no room to talk

Give a fuck 'bout what you feeling

Give a fuck 'bout what you taught

You a opp

All you really do is talk, yeah

[Verse 2]

Think I need some pills in my pockets, watch this

I been blowing up

Yeah my opps been watching

And I'm going crazy so they looking at my profits

Don't know why they worry 'bout me

Bitch, just stop it

I'm off it

Really, I just think that I could make a mil

By myself, I do not need to sign no fucking deal

I'ma do it either way like how the fuck you feel?

Bitch, I'm feeling reckless

Guess it's time to go and break a seal

[Bridge]

Think I need some pills in my pockets, pockets

Think I need some pills in my pockets, pockets

Think I need some pills in my pockets, pockets

Swear that I'ma make it, that's a promise

[Verse 3]

Guess that I'm a target they want this

Always on my own shit

Bet they pissed off

Bitch, you know I'm over it

Guess that I've been falling into this

Ain't my fault

Lately, I've been feeling sick

But I can't help myself

And even if I fuckin' tried, I'm stuck in all this hell

And all this bullshit weighing on my mind, it's hard to tell

I'm just speaking to myself, I'm just speaking to myself

Like, yeah