Tothemax!

Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus] I couldn't tell you where I'm heading I just spilled lean cup on my bedding You don't understand you don't speak my language What I poured up, just know we ain't landing I pop this pill it gets rid of my sadness I spend money to cope with you leaving If you don't talk 'bout the money I'm leaving I'm off this molly I'm turnt tothemax! I'm high as fuck so I don't want her back She mad as fuck had to tell her relax Nigga what's that you ain't smoking on gas [Hook] I tried to run Cash tall, Lebron 4s on these ain't no 1s Rockstar don't forget it Rockstar I already said it Fetty on fetty on fetty uh-uh Jump to the bag I ain't ready uh-uh Watch through a screen you look petty uh-uh I want them racks I want plenty uh-uh I don't care I'ma live my life I'm still rocking that No. 9 I pop 2 I'ma go to space My heart frozen it's hard to break [Verse] I'm stuck I just want to escape She in love she don't know my real name Paranoid so I keep me a blade Now I'm focused Man I'm focused Undercover coat & jeans I got Prada on my feet We got Tech but it ain't fleece I'm in love with who I am off the E Only rock with gang I hope they shine with me Nigga took my swag would of thought that he robbed me We ain't even pull up to the function be she popped all of my E She wanna hold my blunt, said "bitch don't smoke my weed" Rolling up the weed Backwood looking hella fucking stuffed Rocking Vlone tee you need to stop I ain't on a run I'm on a rocket ship I've been high so long it's like I'm popping shit Stuck inside my head just rid me of my madness [Pre-Chorus] I pop this pill it gets rid of my sadness I spend money to cope with you leaving If you don't talk 'bout the money I'm leaving I'm off this molly I'm turnt tothemax! I'm high as fuck so I don't want her back She mad as fuck had to tell her relax Nigga what's that you ain't smoking on gas [Hook] I tried to run Cash tall, Lebron 4s on these ain't no 1s Rockstar don't forget it Rockstar I already said it Fetty on fetty on fetty uh-uh Jump to the bag I ain't ready uh-uh Watch through a screen you look petty uh-uh I want them racks I want plenty uh-uh I don't care I'ma live my life I'm still rocking that No. 9 I pop 2 I'ma go to space My heart frozen it's hard to break