Micheal Myers lyrics

(Texas Top 20 exclusive)

Get high
Get high
Money, get high

(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)

(Intro)
I just getting money, get high
When I'm on that Percocete I dont get tired
He walk around with that mask like Michael Myers
I be pullin' on her tracks when I'm excited

Lean make my side hurt, I'm a soul survivor
Dissin on my team, get that beam, you'll hear sirens
I got lots of green, whatchu mean, I come from poverty
Im a celebrity; I clеar the scene whеn I be riding
Gotta know i come from robbin
f*cked yo b*tch, den I didn't mean it
Get that pop, eat it like Tina
I'ma just wrestle yo b*tch, John Cena
Brand new Tesla, don't even clean it
n*gga switched up on the gang, I seen it
I pour drink every day, I'm leanin
Through night I'm fighting demons

I can't even see, I just get that bag
Don't know why they hate on me; I'm the reason why they mad
She be staring at my jeans, everywhere you see dem racks
I gave the plug a hunnit Gs, he gone come back with them packs

I just want them racks, I just want them racks
I just want them racks, I just want them racks
I just want them racks, I just want them racks
I just want them racks, I just want them racks

n*gga's pillow talk like b*tches, Iced out watch, no Tiffany
I'ma spin again and again I ain't finished
Pull up in a Benz, y'all n*ggas got pennies
And we got syrup at the trap like Denny's
Shh, mind yo business, ffft
Walk and get hit with that semi
I'on f*ck with rappers, them n*ggas too friendly
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(W.I.P.)