Unhealthy

Lyrics
[Intro] Yes Yeah I think I need a refill Ayy [Chorus] Girl I don't be thinking healthy when I'm by myself (When I'm by myself) And you know we moving stealthy when we need a mill' (When we need) All my friends are dead, bitch who are you to tell me how to feel? (Ayy, ayy) Love my son, I had to write his ass up in my will Please don't tell him that his daddy be up on them pills I done had so many shells, my heart is made of steel Told that ho, "Assume the worst" because it probably is ('Cause it probably is) So expensive, I put furs up on your body, bitch (Up on your body) [Verse] Think you different, tryna ride with you (Tryna vibe with you) I'd do a crime with you (Crime with you) Heard you like to lie, that's cute (That's cute) But I just can't lie with you (Oh) I just sent the text Bitch, I'll be there in the next thirty minutes to an hour Baby, we gon' have some sex And your body, I devour, I'ma win, it's no contest I smoke flowers, baby girl I don't put diamonds in my chest I swear, ain't no bitch gon' ex me I just fucked her once, she tryna stay until the next week Swear I do not feel my killers, pull up from the back street I just killed my plug because that nigga tried to tax me Smoking on this hybrid strain, I swear it be relaxing Them bullets stop a taxi, your girlfriend a max freak She pulled out that dick, I swear that bitch ain't even ask me [Chorus] Girl I don't be thinking healthy when I'm by myself (When I'm by myself) And you know we moving stealthy when we need a mill' (When we need) All my friends are dead, bitch who are you to tell me how to feel? (Ayy, ayy) Love my son, I had to write his ass up in my will Please don't tell him that his daddy be up on them pills I done had so many shells, my heart is made of steel Told that ho, "Assume the worst" because it probably is ('Cause it probably is) So expensive, I put furs up on your body, bitch (Up on your body) [Outro] Girl I don't be thinking healthy when I'm by myself And you know we moving stealthy when we need a mill' All my friends are dead, bitch who are you to tell me how to feel? Love my son, I had to write his ass up in my will Please don't tell him that his daddy be up on them pills I done had so many shells, my heart is made of steel Told that ho, "Assume the worst" because it probably is So expensive, I put furs up on your body, bitch
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Credits
- Writers
- BIGBABYGUCCI
- Harper (Producer)
- WizzleGotBeats