Addicted lyrics

[Intro]
Boy, I think about it every night and day
I'm addicted, wanna jump inside your love (What you think, baby?)
I wouldn't wanna have it any other way
I'm addicted and I just can't get enough (Hold up, ayy)

[Chorus]
I'm addicted to the funk, lot of gun smoke
Slide with baby bro 'cause he gon' yank it 'til his thumb broke
A basic b*tch, I had to drop her 'cause her funds low
She ain't wanna run it up with Gotti, she's a dumb ho
Wrapped him up a while ago and n*ggas ain't slide
You can run and duck behind the 'Gram, but n*ggas can't hide
Popped him while he was on live and call it FaceTime
This a baby Glock, but it be barkin' like a canine

[Post-Chorus]
Stomped down, track runner, she my top feet
Wish that he could step the way I step, but he is not me
They better turn the city up if n*ggas pop me
But hold on, brother, bend that block again, I'm finna drop ski

[Verse 1]
f*ck the lovey dovey, where that bag at?
If she ain't breakin' bread, then that the type of b*tch I laugh at
Tryna eat, so what the f*ck these n*ggas mad at?
I'm racin' to the chicken, we gon' see who get the last laugh
[Chorus]
I'm addicted to the funk, lot of gun smoke
Slide with baby bro 'cause he gon' yank it 'til his thumb broke
A basic b*tch, I had to drop her 'cause her funds low
She ain't wanna run it up with Gotti, she's a dumb ho
Wrapped him up a while ago and n*ggas ain't slide
You can run and duck behind the 'Gram, but n*ggas can't hide
Popped him while he was on live and call it FaceTime
This a baby Glock, but it be barkin' like a canine

[Post-Chorus]
Stomped down, track runner, she my top feet
Wish that he could step the way I step, but he is not me
They better turn the city up if n*ggas pop me
But hold on, brother, bend that block again, I'm finna drop ski

[Verse 2]
Easy money, I ain't never need no hand out
Know some n*ggas mad, I moved around and took the bag route
Hit their block it's like I'm tryna take the trash out
Say he want his head, but I can't let my brother crash out
Road runnin', chilli chaser, this a bankroll
Box a n*gga in and do him triflin', that's a case closed
Call me Mr. Make-A-Movie like it's BangBros
Broke b*tches make my stomach hurt, I swear I hate those
[Outro]
I wouldn't wanna have it any other way
I'm addicted and I just can't get enough
Just can't get enough
Boy, I think about it every night and day
I'm addicted and I just can't get enough
I wouldn't wanna have it any other way
I'm addicted and I just can't get enough
Just can't get—