[Chorus]

My plug just hit me up, he said I'm out of luck (luck)

I'm petty with my girl, 'cuz I'm out of drugs

And she can see my heart right through the saint laurent

I'm petty with my girl till I'm high enough

I'm back on the same shit, I dont care at all

Know she way to pretty to put up with my withdrawals

I dont care at all, that's why she dont ever call

Am I wrong or not? strung out at night

I'm tryna drop a ticket, are you down or not?

But bae I gotta leave when the hours up but oh

[Verse]

For us, for us, its for the better

And she gets what she wants because I let her

We in soho trying different kinds of leather

Tell me what you likе, I heard you model or whatevеr girl

She on X I'm on dope, what a trip

I need everything, I ain't the type to sell things

(I gotta 'matic, got what whatever i dont need to deal with her)

That's my baby but I wouldn't split my pill with her

(i need everything along wit' it)

(little honest with it)

(that's my baby but I wouldn't split my pill with her)

[Chorus]

My plug just hit me up, he said I'm out of luck (luck)

I'm petty with my girl, 'cuz I'm out of drugs

And she can see my heart right through the saint laurent

I'm petty with my girl till I'm high enough

I'm back on the same shit, I dont care at all

Know she way to pretty to put up with my withdrawals

I dont care at all, that's why she dont ever call

Am I wrong or not? strung out at night

I'm tryna drop a ticket, are you down or not?

But bae I gotta leave when the hours up but oh

BEATSWITCH/PART 2

[Intro]

(you been thinking 'bout me so much)

(and something about suppress her or not)

(and you two never sleep)

(and I've also been like supressing my like very violent thoughts)

(I dont like your friends)

(I notoriously dont like your friends actually)

[Verse]

(I'm off the shit I dont know how to act, yeah)

I'm off the shit I dont know how to act

Hold on my dealers jus' hitting me back

I told that girl to sit back on my lap

She dont really love me, she won't get a text

Count a whole lot of mo'-fuckin' money

Yeah I'd rather die before I come in last

I never go back and retract, I'd never slow down

'cuz I gotta, I gotta, a whole lotta shit inside of the benz

Its all wrapped, and I'm all for ten

Know I do this shit often, I dont got a god complex

After everything that they all said, imma count it fast

Count it with both hands, gettin' high with the gods yeah

Baby girl, I'm a gods sin like

[Outro]

No split pills, no split pills, no split pills

No split pills, no split pills, no split-

(no split pills, no split pills, no split pills)

(no split pills, no split pills, no split-)