Relapsed! lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm tired of these lame ass n*ggas, keep dissing
Hunnid on the dash in the Trackhawk Jeep
f*ck it, finna blow fifty thousand this week
Finna put your b*tch on her knees, she sucking the team
You crying 'bout that b*tch when she sucking on me
Got that private jet for the team for the whole damn week
I'm so damn high, had to walk, crashed the Jeep

[Verse]
[?], I buy it
Told that b*tch, bring her friends, she fine, she bi
Said, "f*ck it, bring TwizzyRich to Dubai"
Smoking on strong, fresh, sticky zaza
Rick Owens on my feet and your b*tch like, "Wow"
Woke up, got high, f*cked around and died
Don't try to cry about me now
Been a real addict for a goddamn while
It'd be a damn lie if I say I ain't made a hunnid thou'
I'm still from the South but I just made it out
I was selling White Girl, you was selling Girl Scouts
Finna f*ck twenty hoes and kick them all out
b*tch running around the mansion with her titties all out
Just made a porno with your b*tch on my couch
Call The shooters, doo-doo, taking your scout
You broke at home, with your mans running 'round
Addicted to Percs, you addicted to clout
Your b*tch keep begging for the di*k in her mouth
Getting bags of the air, we ship it to the South
Forgot to mention, one day, and they touchdown
One day with your b*tch and my team do a Touchdown
EDD just hit, racks finna touch down
You cry 'bout your b*tch but you can't get her back
You cry 'bout that b*tch when I'm breaking her back
Racks came in, had a rack attack
Quit the Percs, but I'm finna relapse
Finna blow her back, then I may double back
Everybody ain't dead, shooters double back
So much X in my body, finna have a heart attack
Finna take your pack, finna end your trap
Keep crying 'bout that pack, we ain't giving sh*t back
Gotta leave from Atlanta [?]
And your b*tch from the West she thick and she bad
I just vibe with that ho, now I'm slapping her ass
You got your first bag and blew it sh*t sad
Go cry to your mama, you fumbled your bag
[Outro]
You fumbled your bag
You fumbled your bag