JUNKIEZkALLIN lyrics

[Intro]
Grah, grah, grah (Mm)
Grah (Ayy, yo turn me up Bally), grah, grah (Mm, mm, mm)
Once I scrape the pot, I hear them junkies calling (Grah, grah, grah)
Mm, hold on, hold on (Grah, grah, grah)

[Chorus]
Once I scrape the pot, I hear them junkies calling (Junkies calling)
Got a Sprinter van, watch me fit all these baddies all in
Them man, them man really chat like gyal, I think that sh*t is appalling
It's awkward
You make me sick, nauseous
Bad b*tch handle my stick, she gorgeous (Oh, yeah)
Trapstar red light, n*ggas don't know about Redline (n*ggas don't know about)
Me I just bruk down food, enzyme (Yes)
I only, hol' up
I only know how to win (Yes)
A win is foreign to them (Woah)
Pop pills I can't stop grinnin' (No way)
Addicted to money and womеn (C'mon)
Got a .38 spesh, in my 30 waist Adwoa denim (Hold on, hold on)

[Verse 1]
They say I'm thе best, it ain't a surprise, they buy what I'm sellin'
It's strawberry haze, not lemon
I get paid for forming a sentence
She get slayed every day of the week, I'm in love with her melons
She took this banana yday
Today she letting her man go
Osbatt, Adwoa
Adwoa, Lost Boys
Lost Boys, Trapstar
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, I glow
Bad ho, Sierra Leone
Got hidden gems by the bolo
These convos here, gotta turn off your phone
These convos here like five-six 0's
These numbers here, gonna fry off your dome
[Chorus]
Once I scrape that pot, I hear them junkies calling (Junkies calling, c'mon)
Got a Sprinter van, watch me fit all these baddies all in (Fit these baddies all in)
Them man, them man really chat like gyal, I think that sh*t is appalling (Yes)
It's awkward (Yes)
You make me sick, nauseous (Yes)
Bad b*tch handle my stick, she gorgeous (Leh go, leh go)
Trapstar red light, n*ggas don't know about Redline (n*ggas don't know about)
Me I just bruk down food, enzyme
I only, hol' up (I only)
I only know how to win (I only know how to win)
A win is foreign to them (Huh, yes)
Pop pills I can't stop grinnin' (No way, hol' on)
Addicted to money and women (Hol' on)
Got a .38 spesh, in my 30 waist Adwoa denim

[Verse 2]
Double cup, double cup
She see I'm comin' up
She tryna' come with us
She got a dumper truck
She tellin' me that I ain't c*m enough
Boyfriend a fan, he tryna be one of us
Who even cares 'bout my man? None of us
Book for a show, I need five bands run it up
Wrong move, dissing' my right hand, f*ck him up (Yes, yes, yes)
[Chorus]
Once I scrape that pot, I hear them junkies calling (Junkies calling, I do, I do)
Got a Sprinter van, watch me fit all these baddies all in (Watchman, watchman)
Them man, them man really chat like gyal, I think that sh*t is appalling (Hol' on, hol' on)
It's awkward
You make me sick, nauseous (Uh, uh, uh)
Bad b*tch handle my stick, she gorgeous
Trapstar red light, n*ggas don't know about Redline (n*ggas don't know about)
Me I just bruk down food, enzyme
I only, hol' up (I only)
I only know how to win (I only know)
A win is foreign to them (It's foreign, yes)
Pop pills I can't stop grinnin' (Hol' on)
Addicted to money and women (Yes)
Got a .38 spesh, in my 30 waist Adwoa denim (Boo, boo, grah)