JUNKIES lyrics

[Intro]
Jumpin' out the Chevy, 2000, with the sidearm on me
Knife up on my side, my hoodie up, no one harm me
Track you down the alley through the grass
Lil b*tch, you is tryna run
Hit you with this chrome thang and call that sh*t a one and done

[Hook 1]
Gun shots soundin' off, fireworks facsimile
Merkin' motherf*ckers, even if they aren't my enemies
b*tch, I'm tryna see blood, money, and some damn respect
I'd snatch the chain off this stupid f*ckin' cracker's neck
These junkies in the street tryna hit me for Percocet
Got it in my pockеt, thеn I pop it, sh*t, it's not a sweat
Well, I mеan not literally, that sh*t is not a f*ckin' jokе
Two dollars in my pocket, damn I'm feignin' hella broke

[Verse]
Knife up on my side, Myers with the mask on
919SLUM made the beat, so the tag's on
Drag on through the church parking lot and smack off
Many f*ckin' bullets 'til you drop and then I laugh, aw
Stupid trick, b*tch, you breathed wrong so I smoked you quick
I just checked your pockets, they ain't sh*t that's for my benefit
'Nother wasted life on holy ground, like, someone pray for him
Creepy songs in the mist, wailin' just like Tiny Tim
[Hook 2]
Gun shots soundin' off, fireworks facsimile
Merkin' motherf*ckers, even if they aren't my- gun shots
Gun shots soundin' off, fireworks facsimile
Merkin' motherf*ckers, even if they aren't my- gun shots
These junkies in the street tryna hit me for- these- these-
Got it in my pocket, then I pop it, sh*t, it's not a sweat
Well, I mean not literally, that sh*t is not a f*ckin' joke
Two dollars in my pocket, damn I'm feignin' hella broke

[Outro: Sample of Cheriimoya]
Lord knows and I think I know it too sometimes
Every time, man, they reachin' out for what's m-