​​have it on lyrics

[Verse]
‎Uh, yeah-yeah
b*tch, I have it on
I do Perkies every day, I can't do no more
Off them Xans, b*tch, I'm straight, yeah, I'm in my zone
I mix Perc' with lemonade, then I pour it up (manyfaces)
If that lil' b*tch a ten, then I'm showin' up
All my friends in my ear, tell me I'm goin' up
She a nasty lil' thot, I told her, "Show me some"
I drink lean straight out the bottle, b*tch, I got a problem
And we off them X pills, don't got no molly tolerance
I don't pour no line no more, no, b*tch, I supersize it
I look up in the mirror, b*tch, I'm super fly
Saint Laurent boots, so she wanna f*ck mе now
I be dripped down
Do that at my house, yеah
Yeah, I don't smoke no ounce
Smoke it by the pound, yeah
All they do is talk, yeah
They so weird, I'm out, yeah
All I do is f*ck
n*gga, yeah, pop my sh*t, yeah
She know I'm the one, so she want this di*k, yeah
Designer every day, she stay here, we livin'
Mix that Perky with the Xanny just to feel amazin'
I done lost my patience
Upside-down cross on me, n*gga, I don't say amen
I'm the real boss, just call me, I won't take the stand
I can't hear ya, I'm too turned up, I don't understand
I'm too for real, dawg, all these n*ggas, they think that I'm playin'
Pop these pills, dawg, and I do this sh*t like every day
Like nah, for real, dawg, some of my friends, they think that I won't stay, but now I'm on it
I got me a party pack every day, yeah, I say, "Load it"
Lookin' in my closet, b*tch, I own it, b*tch, I own it
Yeah, lookin' in my closet, see Rick Owens
Yeah, she wan' buy designer and some more sh*t
Yeah, I don't really think about it, I just go in
Yeah, and she blow it