Wake Up The Dead

Lyrics

[Verse] I know you wanna get high But I can't get high with you baby Yeah, I know you wanna do lines But these lines that I got, they for sale babe Walked in with too much sauce Get out my face go call your boss Bitch OD'd it ain't my fault It's hot in this bitch cut the heater off Catch a stain throw bleach on em Glock gon dance to the beat on em Left down right up, cheat on em She want me pull out ooo skeet on her Walk in that bitch put my feet on it Bitch brand new no crease on it Who let Slitherman in the party Who let Slitherman do that molly Who let Slitherman in the party Don't talk to Slitherman you don't want molly Bitch on the float tryna spin on hеr head Dope so good it'll wake up thе dead Unc on the floor tryna spin on his head Aunty went Lil Wayne lost her dreads I know you wan' get high but it won't be on my tab This shit right here too strong, slow it don't do it too fast I know she want free coke but it won't be on my tab Walk in that bitch got grams for fifty Walk in that bitch 1.2 a hundred Step in that bitch with Percocet 10s Step in that bitch might sell a syringe Unc fell on the floor can't stand up Dope nod got a bitch sleep standup Hit the trap thirty days, ran up Fall the fuck back get your grams up I know you wanna get high but it won't be on my tab bitch I know you wanna do lines but it won't be on my tab bitch Bitch wanna do more lines She don't like that ten minute high shit I know you wanna get high but it won't be on my tab bitch I know you want free shots but it won't be on my tab bitch Bust a bitch in the head with a pint Bust a bitch in the head with a fifth Bust a bitch in the head with a shot glass Bust a bitch in the head with a gallon Coke got aunty looking [?] Aunty on the coke dying, fuck salad Walk in the kitchen, beat it with a mallet Dope too strong knock off a bitch balance Who the fuck called the ambulance we don't need em Unc on the floor, but he still breathing Who the fuck called the ambulance we don't need em Aunty chest hurt she coughing up bleeding Who the fuck called the ambulance we don't need em Bitch, you gon need Jesus Unc got high, said he gon' quit Told unc to his face you a goddamn liar Bitch called my phone talking bout she detoxing Bitch you a goddamn liar I told myself imma quit Henny Shit... I lied Aunty got outta rehab, first day That bitch got high My heart racing, I'm bout to die Don't touch me bitch I'm high Bitch I'm higher than high can be I'm higher than unc, unc higher than me I'm higher than Jesus in fronto leafs I'm higher than Whitney laying in the tub Slitherman higher than Mac Miller Get high and tat rest in peace Mac Miller Get high and just tat my face Get high and tat my elbow My bitch got tattoos on her face too My bitch get high like me Walked in the house, I was high as hell But that bitch higher than me Told my bitch don't go hiding drugs That's what Rihanna probably did to Chris Brown Bitch, don't hide your drugs Kick the bathroom door off the fucking hinges