JUNKIEZkALLIN

Lyrics

[Intro] Grah, grah, grah (Mm) Grah (Ayy, yo turn me up Bally), grah, grah (Mm, mm, mm) Once I scrape the pot, I hear them junkies calling (Grah, grah, grah) Mm, hold on, hold on (Grah, grah, grah) [Chorus] Once I scrape the pot, I hear them junkies calling (Junkies calling) Got a Sprinter van, watch me fit all these baddies all in Them man, them man really chat like gyal, I think that shit is appalling It's awkward You make me sick, nauseous Bad bitch handle my stick, she gorgeous (Oh, yeah) Trapstar red light, niggas don't know about Redline (Niggas don't know about) Me I just bruk down food, enzyme (Yes) I only, hol' up I only know how to win (Yes) A win is foreign to them (Woah) Pop pills I can't stop grinnin' (No way) Addicted to money and womеn (C'mon) Got a .38 spesh, in my 30 waist Adwoa denim (Hold on, hold on) [Verse 1] They say I'm thе best, it ain't a surprise, they buy what I'm sellin' It's strawberry haze, not lemon I get paid for forming a sentence She get slayed every day of the week, I'm in love with her melons She took this banana yday Today she letting her man go Osbatt, Adwoa Adwoa, Lost Boys Lost Boys, Trapstar Everywhere I go Everywhere I go, I glow Bad ho, Sierra Leone Got hidden gems by the bolo These convos here, gotta turn off your phone These convos here like five-six 0's These numbers here, gonna fry off your dome [Chorus] Once I scrape that pot, I hear them junkies calling (Junkies calling, c'mon) Got a Sprinter van, watch me fit all these baddies all in (Fit these baddies all in) Them man, them man really chat like gyal, I think that shit is appalling (Yes) It's awkward (Yes) You make me sick, nauseous (Yes) Bad bitch handle my stick, she gorgeous (Leh go, leh go) Trapstar red light, niggas don't know about Redline (Niggas don't know about) Me I just bruk down food, enzyme I only, hol' up (I only) I only know how to win (I only know how to win) A win is foreign to them (Huh, yes) Pop pills I can't stop grinnin' (No way, hol' on) Addicted to money and women (Hol' on) Got a .38 spesh, in my 30 waist Adwoa denim [Verse 2] Double cup, double cup She see I'm comin' up She tryna' come with us She got a dumper truck She tellin' me that I ain't cum enough Boyfriend a fan, he tryna be one of us Who even cares 'bout my man? None of us Book for a show, I need five bands run it up Wrong move, dissing' my right hand, fuck him up (Yes, yes, yes) [Chorus] Once I scrape that pot, I hear them junkies calling (Junkies calling, I do, I do) Got a Sprinter van, watch me fit all these baddies all in (Watchman, watchman) Them man, them man really chat like gyal, I think that shit is appalling (Hol' on, hol' on) It's awkward You make me sick, nauseous (Uh, uh, uh) Bad bitch handle my stick, she gorgeous Trapstar red light, niggas don't know about Redline (Niggas don't know about) Me I just bruk down food, enzyme I only, hol' up (I only) I only know how to win (I only know) A win is foreign to them (It's foreign, yes) Pop pills I can't stop grinnin' (Hol' on) Addicted to money and women (Yes) Got a .38 spesh, in my 30 waist Adwoa denim (Boo, boo, grah)