​xtasy

Lyrics

[Chorus] I still need my fix, even though drugs gon' leave me broken I send out invites, but still my door is never open Told me hold her close, but still I think I need some distance I need some advice, but I'm just not the type to listen No, I'm not the type to party, ooh Bet you she'd give up her body, ah I got her gassed up off the molly, ooh She on the bull like a trolley She off the Ecstasy She said taking drugs are only vile Told her, "I'm the plug, so come and try" [Verse 1] Shе tryna play mind games Don't make sensе how these hoes can't change Driving fast in a brand new Range Drop the top in the pouring rain Woke up feeling made for this Had to switch it up, ain't no basic shit Got to get a grip, you can't handle this If he cap, I might pop his lip Benz, white body, white Ducati, both them look like snow Glock 19 similar to a fan, if these niggas hot, then it's gon' blow And shit got real when I lost my deal 'Til this day, never felt so cold But I came out the dark throwing elbows I could never look back, this the life I chose [Chorus] I still need my fix, even though drugs gon' leave me broken I send out invites, but still my door is never open Told me hold her close, but still I think I need some distance I need some advice, but I'm just not the type to listen No, I'm not the type to party, ooh Bet you she'd give up her body, ah I got her gassed up off the molly, ooh She on the bull like a trolley She off the Ecstasy She said taking drugs are only vile Told her, "I'm the plug, so come and try" [Verse 2] I'm the one nigga you can't trick In a mad city, no Kendrick Need drugs, girl, I got your script Make your head spin, no kickflip From the dirt, I had to grow Yeah, that's flower power New bitch, she a botanist See the green, she want all of it My boy, Maison, he rocking Margiela Bark wrong, you gon' get shot like Old Yeller My songs, they sing to me at Coachella Arc'teryx on me, I'm fly like a feather And these broke boys lame, tryna mess with me, but I'm gon' clean it up When they catch their mom giving head that's bomb in the back of my Cybertruck [Chorus] I still need my fix, even though drugs gon' leave me broken I send out invites, but still my door is never open Told me hold her close, but still I think I need some distance I need some advice, but I'm just not the type to listen No, I'm not the type to party, ooh Bet you she'd give up her body, ah I got her gassed up off the molly, ooh She on the bull like a trolley She off the Ecstasy She said taking drugs are only vile Told her, "I'm the plug, so come and try"