[Chorus, Plus570]
Yeah, hollup hollup hollup hollup
Somebody pour the Wock' up in my soda
I'm still in this bitch, like a boulder
3.5 in my hand, I'm a stoner
Swallow me up, come handle my boner
Sick-sick in this bitch, Ebola
I make cash just like a baller
I make cash just like a baller
Pants sag cuz my pockets are swole up
Pass that drug I'm not getting older
27 Club know who I am yeah
57 turn you to a dancer
Percocet fuck my plans up
[Verse 1, Plus570]
The way i'm smoking like this, I could get cancer
CLE, I fucked they tyres up
Xan' boot me up, don't need a charger
She suck dick good, I ain't gon' charger her
Said I'm from England, now she talking bout Churchill
Everyday pop a new pill
You must've though I was getting ill
All day bitch I stay rеal, still got popcorn ceil'
Pour the Ack' up, crank ceil’
Pour thе Ack’ up, crank ceil'
I'm in this bitch, what's the deal?
Still trynna call my damn dealer
White shirt, My gloves yellow
Fucked a bitch her name was Camilla
Fucked around and just came in her
Popped 2 percs minimum
Popped 2 percs minimum
Popped 2 percs minimum
Pop perc like an M&M
She all plastic like Kim and em
Still in this bitch going ham
Leather jacket, no denim, yeah
[Bridge, Plus570]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got uh, I got Jay’ in this bitch, he gonna show you how the fuck this shit done, yeah
[Verse 2, Jaysii]
She trying to crack the seal and pop a eddy
I'm on my new shit, what they telling them
Fans said the bass killing 'em
Killing this bitch from the back, her boyfriend calling me criminal
Taking a X pill in the lobby, I'm on my eighth one, not even feeling them
Step out, brand new fit, whole place paparazzi, they get to filming
These is some thick ass pockets, I get a rush every time I fill them
If I tell the truth to this lil bitch, promise she ain't gon' feel it
Swerving the Veyron like it's a rental, I'm bouta shatter this shit like ceramic
I'm off tonic and that oxy, I'm loving this new bitch figure
Swear that pussy boy don't got, eat up a bad bitch like it's my dinner
Yeah, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, somebody poured the wock up in my-
[Chorus, Plus570]
Yeah, hollup hollup hollup hollup
Somebody pour the Wock' up in my soda
I'm still in this bitch, like a boulder
3.5 in my hand, I'm a stoner
Swallow me up, come handle my boner
Sick-sick in this bitch, Ebola
I make cash just like a baller
I make cash just like a baller
Pants sag cuz my pockets are swole up
Pass that drug I'm not getting older
27 Club know who I am yeah
57 turn you to a dancer
Percocet fuck my plans up
[Verse 3 Jaysii]
If you rich as fuck put your hands up, broke bitches to the back on god
30 pill gon' fuck my plans up
I feel like taking your bitch for a ride
I'm finna talk to this bad lil' dancer hoe
Jump, jump the show and fucking riot
Cough up a lung like I got cancer
This dumb bitch so lucky she fine