Concentrate lyrics

[Verse: Quadie Diesel & ZelooperZ]
Concentrated psilocybin, baby, I can feel it throbbin'
I feel pill deprived, I don't feel a ceilin' on me
Fifty thousand off a drug deal [?] came from rappin'
I'ma trap it out just for my children
We need more bowls, Warhol's
All that other cool sh*t that sound good
No scale, eyes closed, b*tch, I weigh an ounce good
"b*tch, I need more," he said, just 'cause it sound hood
If a b*tch found me on the corner, then she found good
Ground still shaky and a pus*y n*gga lips quiver
Make a wish, b*tch n*gga, turn you to a sick n*gga
Archive Rick, n*gga, still movin' slap, n*gga
[?] than that bitc- I'm a quick n*gga
[?] after my [?] n*gga
[?] so good, I gotta hit the [?] n*gga
[?] move a [?] work, I should pimp n*ggas
[?] Slytherin, b*tch, I gotta squint n*ggas
Made a hundred thousand off paint, IRS gon' kill me
[?] b*tch, I'm still me
[?] b*tch, that's my prerogative
Ain't nothin' free but Joe Exotic
Pull the [?] like some [?], baby girl off E gettin' erotic
[?] if the pus*y good, you better [?]
Too many b*tches that love me, [?] can't even pay for [?]
b*tch, you're only good at suckin' and f*ckin', that's the problem
Pullin' out my glass like Hooked On Phonics
b*tch rubbin' on me like I'm fluffy
She pull out the di*k and make a deposit
Baby keep screamin' out, "Daddy, f*ck me"
I looked her in the face and I denied it
Grip on me, I don't walk like that
This not Next Friday, b*tch, can't suck my di*k from the back
Yeah, tell a b*tch put in work, put in elbow grease
I wanna smell yo' queef
I'm smokin' opps right now, I wanna smell your grief
[?] the Ricky and the Raf and the [?] on me
I'm runnin' lights like a cop car
Before you pop off, know them bullets touch kids like popstars
b*tch, living legend
Still movin' P's for my peasants
Pee on a pus*y if he pressin'
b*tch wanna suck di*k, licked on her asscrack
Tell her I gotta put on my hazmat
Police tried to catch me on the dashcam
*Pyoom* on a b*tch like a Can-Am
[?] smellin' like Fritos
Still in the hood like [?]
[?] the trap just like the Migos
Still livin' gigantic like [?]
b*tch tryna' catch me on sneaky link, but I can't fit in the peephole
Rent-A-Center, my car got repo'd
[?] only sit down for the Cheetos
Poppin' both pills, but he ain't need those
Watch him rock out like a geode
[?]
Still stay shady like gazebo
Shoutout [?] get faded, crash Jeep's
Swoopin' down at night like a bed bite
You know I gave your bae pipe, but that was last night
I'm talkin' to my di*k, "n*gga, act right"
Suckin' on it in the trap house like a crack pipe
That's what you call a lick
Playin' NBA Street and NBA ballin', b*tch
Look at all of this f*ckin' dope in this apartment
n*ggas know I sell both dope, weed, and the harder sh*t
[?] never f*ckin' like a chastity
Fill the needle with the brown like a cavity
I ball and rap and trap like Master P
I'ma stay grounded forever like a casualty
n*ggas tried to run off with the [?]
Your main b*tch wanna be down like gravity
Dope in the freezer and pounds in the cabinets