MEDIC lyrics

[Intro]
(Culture)
(James about that check, boy)

[Chorus: YSB Tril]
If I said it, I meant it, I meant it, I said it
Talked down on the boy, but the kid had to dead it
Your b*tch an eater, on knees, she be beggin'
My dawg leave him leakin', better call up a medic
Your b*tch, I put di*k in her jaw
Walk into Saks, blow a bag at the mall
Oh, I been that n*gga since school in the halls
They treat me like a king, they see me, take a bow, ooh
I want it, I got it, we poppin', you floppin'
You still smokin' midget, we puffin' exotic
Recordin' on Logic, but I lost my logic
You can't even sit with us, my n*gga, just stop it
I'm floatin', finna go to the moon
A thousand degrees, b*tch, I'm hotter than June
Plеase don't get too close, bеtter watch where you at
Put the scene on the map, now the boy pick and choose

[Verse 1: YSB Tril]
I wake up, get cash and that's every day
Ask me how I'm feeling, I say, "Feeling paid"
Brand new blue Benjis straight out of the bank
Purple in my cup, b*tch, I feel like a saint
I'm earning my stripes, I done got a lil' rank
b*tch, I feel like I'm Django, the boy out the chains
I done took a few L's tryna go 'gainst the grain
Took a walk right though Hell and I'd still stay the same
Hop into that walk of shame, never again
Put down that controller, this sh*t ain't a game
The beast been unleashed, now I cannot be tamed
I'm goin' up like some stocks, and they fallin' like rain
New whip, candy the paint
Them losses I took, I charged them to the game
They wanna know how much money I make
I ain't sayin' no words, take a walk to the bank
[Chorus: YSB Tril & Dipsterr]
If I said it, I meant it, I meant it, I said it
Talked down on the boy, but the kid had to dead it
Your b*tch an eater, on knees, she be beggin'
My dawg leave him leakin', better call up a medic
Your b*tch, I put di*k in her jaw
Walk into Saks, blow a bag at the mall
Oh, I been that n*gga since school in the halls
They treat me like a king, they see me, take a bow, ooh
I want it, I got it, we poppin', you floppin'
You still smokin' midget, we puffin' exotic
Recordin' on Logic, but I lost my logic
You can't even sit with us, my n*gga, just stop it
I'm floatin', finna go to the moon
A thousand degrees, b*tch, I'm hotter than June
Please don't get too close, better watch where you at
Put the scene on the map, now the boy pick and choose (Drip, Drip, Drip)

[Verse 2: Dipsterr]
Like Tril said, we poppin' (Poppin')
New music be droppin' (Droppin')
These lil' n*ggas can't even top it
All of these b*tches be flockin'
Just like these lil' dreads on my head, they gon' lock it
I'm ringin' sh*t like a doorbell
You say you got the pack, but it ain't no smell
I got the gang right here and a girl at the crib
I can't take no lil' ho to a hotel (Where?)
My lil' shawty straight bussin', you couldn't handle her
You like your life, don't f*ck with me, it's cancerous
I ran up a check, guess I'm buildin' my stamina
Doin' this sh*t with no motherf*ckin' manager
I put di*k in the back of her throat, leave her back broke
I'ma motherf*ckin' damage her
These n*ggas know that I ain't no ho, I want all smoke
Big folk, I'ma stand for them
[Chorus: YSB Tril]
If I said it, I meant it, I meant it, I said it
Talked down on the boy, but the kid had to dead it
Your b*tch an eater, on knees, she be beggin'
My dawg leave him leakin', better call up a medic
Your b*tch, I put di*k in her jaw
Walk into Saks, blow a bag at the mall
Oh, I been that n*gga since school in the halls
They treat me like a king, they see me, take a bow, ooh
I want it, I got it, we poppin', you floppin'
You still smokin' midget, we puffin' exotic
Recordin' on Logic, but I lost my logic
You can't even sit with us, my n*gga, just stop it
I'm floatin', finna go to the moon
A thousand degrees, b*tch, I'm hotter than June
Please don't get too close, better watch where you at
Put the scene on the map, now the boy pick and choose