Mr Toxic

Lyrics

[Intro] (J, this shit too crazy) Yeah Ghetto Boyz shit, man (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man) What up, RJ? Alright [Verse] I know a nigga up a million off of PUA Tryna clear this fake check on Big Beaver at the BOA When the police got there, it was DOA Oh, it wasn't produced by RJ? Throw the beat away Two days down in the O, I made 60K If you think I'm lyin', lock me up and throw the key away Oh, you text me yesterday? I ain't see it, bae, I be off drank I left John sittin' at the gas station,I know he gon' wait I know this just a cherry Sprite, but it's exotic Treat a bitch wrong, then blame her, I'm so toxic Told my bitch all the hoes I fucked, I'm so honest In the dopе game since I was thirteen, I'm so polished I can't lеave the drank alone, I'm committed My P.O. drug testin' me every month, I can't quit it How the fuck you get a brick case acquitted? Let me read your paperwork, I think you snitchin' Million dollars cash, that's the goal, I'ma get it Whether it's the studio or the kitchen You be playin' in hoes' bootyholes, you kinda different Pourin' Wock', think about the Act', man, I miss it Take the panties off a pint, then kiss it Take out a six, drink for free 'cause I hit it You can name a random bitch in Flint, I bet I hit her Ask the last sixty hoes I fucked did I kiss 'em? Nope, bitch, I'm pimpin' This my last cup of Wock', I gotta sip it My last bitch broke my heart, I'm tryna fix it Dropped a hundred in the crowd at the park, I don't know how I missed him Used to want a Yachtmaster, now I want Richard Milles Used to chase fast money, now I see the bigger picture My nigga made a lil' 10K, now he a different nigga Three-five in a 'Wood, you a Swisher hitter Gucci hat, shirt, and belt cost me twelve hundred Just popped up on 10K, I be smellin' money Used to run it through the money counter, now we scalin' money You ain't never got no pape', what, you scared of money? I should hit you with a brick and let you sell it for me Up a hundred K, still middle-mannin' plays for seven hundred My nigga caught a body broad day, they threw a letter on him My heart cold, you stop at Somerset, grab a sweater for me Ghost shit, bitch, I'm still spendin' tether money That ho shit ain't tolerated, I'll nail you for it This four-fifth'll turn a nigga to a western omelette Still tryna chase a hundred K, I need seven commas Talkin' all that shit, but couldn't bond out, bond was seven thousand You ever got a whole pint of Wock' for seven dollars? Nine side hoes and two main bitches, I got eleven problems Heard my opps ridin' with a Drac', I got a better chopper I just bought a handgun that drop helicopters "I think I got COVID," what I tell the doctor He only try to give me an eight, I need a bigger bottle It's wintertime, fuck a Moncler, let's go pistol shoppin' Love when she suck the dick like that, it tickle kinda If I waste this whole sixteen of Tech, I'ma lick the pint up If we get flicked ridin' through the O, I'ma kill the driver Naw, I can't do that, it's some pills inside her Sent dog a text, I need my money Monday, that's a bill reminder Headshot from the FN, his brains look like spilled lasagna Dog was trollin' on the internet and got killed for typin' I just had to tell Butter I can dance better But right now I can't do that one dance 'cause my pants heavy I don't wanna rap no more, I'm a gram presser Two bricks of straight drop, you a gram seller (J, this shit too crazy) The pill machine broke, almost had to hand press it (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)