CIGS X PCP

Lyrics

[Verse] Man these niggas say they real but I know they aren't They moving so dumb, I be moving smart I don't got to prove to anyone I'm fucking hard All I got to do to succeed is go fucking hard Aim for the neck, man fuck a heart These niggas tryna fuck, how they're all on my balls How you wanna be my friend but won't answer calls How you tryna be real but afraid of laws Dipping cigs in the PCP, fuck doing weed Opiates got me swerving, yeah got me leaning My body feel too good, shit I think I'm dreaming Fucked her too hard, damn I think I'm creaming Making songs so quick, yeah a nigga tweaking You wanna judge me, feel free bitch Make that money, count up them Benjamins Serial numbers I ain't showing Told them pull up and they ain't showing Nigga's online way too much Everyone thinks they're hard until they get touched Too many pills, yeah I'm in a rut Not paying for shit, ha good luck Wanna do a song with me, well okay, okay, yeah I don't got any other shit to do today yeah Staying in good spirits, yeah I fucking pray Praying everyday cause God is hella real Y'all got benched boy cause y'all not on the field Called her a bitch, now she's in her feels Lie to everybody, fuck being real I'ma fuckin snake, never said that I wasn't Fuck being a nerd, fuck being McLovin Waiting for people to die, so I can smoke up all them packs Waiting for my time, time to make so many racks Getting lost in the past, like a catacomb Midget wanna fight, nigga you a gnome LODM$ ruling shit like this is Rome Talking to my friends but in reality I'm all alone