Fentanyl lyrics

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Damn, I'm high as hell
Went to make a play and I ain't weigh it and I forgot my scale
Living in the 'burbs, went to the hood, I feel dumb as hell
Fiend knocked on the door without calling, I ain't got nothing for sale
He might be workin' for 12
Shut down traffic at the spot, got to come before 12
Take a trip to Cali get some bows and I'm using the mail
Heard a opp got dropped and his people ain't taking it well
Broke ass n*gga get locked up, can't even pay for they bail
n*gga f*ck with me or one of mine, I'm sending some shells
Sellin' straight drop, I ain't evеr use no fentanel, I mеan fentanyl
Sometimes I let my money speak, ain't no need to talk
Real lean head, get the drank I might sip it raw
So if you see me noddin' in and out, don't bother me
High as well with my white b*tch listening to ICP
A zip of work broke down the rock, tryna find some fiends
Ridin' 'round with some old Ps like, a sack a piece
I mix hollows and hornets in my magazine
2 ARs and a micro we can't ride with these
Lookin' for some opps, it feel like we playin' hide and seek
Knock a n*gga head off his shoulders, think 'bout tryin' me
This hoe sucked me up for so long, I know her jawbones weak
I'm 'bout to put this other b*tch on block, she keep callin' me
Put my phone on do not disturb so my b*tch won't see
f*ck around and missed 13 plays cause my sh*t didn't ring
Told my fiends when you call for hard, ask for Timothy, the soft Christina, and for the pills ask for Dr. E
Aye bro I think DD comin', you better hide the weed
He always comin' around freeloading wantin' something for free
I need a five pack of dark stouts for this half of weed
I paid 300 for a half, hope I find a seed
I'ma give it to my white boy and let him grow the weed
Dope good, my fiend want a front, made him bring his D
Ended up with his car too, made him leave his keys
Drunk so much promethazine, had to take a bean
Damn why I drink that 8 of green?
Now everything my b*tch say irritatin' me
I feel like she tryna pick a fight, she gon' make me leave
I don't know why I drink this sh*t, this sh*t make me mean
Like, get away from me
After we break up, another b*tch can never stay with me
f*ck 40 dollars I just gave a b*tch a eighth of weed
Gave my fiend 50 and a rock for a 8 of lean
And it was not no green
I just smoked this exotic weed out of a fronto leaf
Glock and a Drac' by my side we got a lot more heat
I'll have my nephew take your sh*t, but he is not no thief