Poppy (feat. Shaggy)

Smoking good gas bitch

I know you smell us

Two pounds in the back

I'm with Shaggy Smoking hella (Whoa)

Tranqed up

Racks up

Applying pressure

Oh we up

With Lil' Fitted sippin' on some Stella (Yeah yeah)

When that pack landshit from 'Ghanistan

Opium poppy and flower bitch

I get it on demand

I got strips of acid

In a letter

Crimped up in my sweater

Who you know can do it better?

Smokedope bitch I make her wetter

Telegrams

But I don't sell no grams

Used to rock a G-SHOCK

Now I'm walking with a hundred bands

Hundred thousand fans

Draped in Burberry

In your PayPal bitch

Yeah I'm punching like I'm Mike Perry

Smoking good gas bitch

I know you smell us

Two pounds in thе back

I'm with Shaggy smoking hella (Whoa)

Tranqed up

Racks up

Applying pressurе

Oh we up

With Lil' Fitted sippin' on some Stella (Yeah yeah)

When that pack land shit from 'Ghanistan

Opium poppy and flower bitch

I get it on demand

I got strips of acid

In a letter

Crimped up in my sweater

Who you know can do it better?

Smokedope bitch I make her wetter

I'm with smokedope

Just hit a collateral

Like ADHD

Juggin' scripts of Adderall

And I don't wanna talk

Baby I just wanna ball

I got what you need

Like just give me a call yeah

Like hit the nose bleed?

But I cannot at all

He can't break bread

He fake yeah

You can't have him around

I be steady goin' up

While y'all steady goin' down

When I'm high in the whip

I can't hear a sound like

Yeah sniff another perky now I'm rollin'

Damn I flipped a pack

I made money off these doses

I was born for this shit

Yeah this life I chose it

I can't trust nobody

Because everyone is bogus like

Off the molly I be zoning

How you up with no motion?

Had my trust

But you broke it

Milligrams up in the potion

Been up for some days

Like I been dosing

To be honest I want solace

Got no emotions I'm soulless

I need help

But I ain't finna ask for none

This weight up on my shoulders I can't lie it really weighs a ton

I made a banger

Yeah I just killed a beat for fun

Spent late nights thinkin' bout what I've done yeah

Smoking good gas bitch

I know you smell us

Two pounds in the back

I'm with Shaggy

Smoking hella (Whoa)

Tranqed up

Racks up

Applying pressure

Oh we up with Lil' Fitted sippin' on some Stella (Yeah yeah)

When that pack land shit from 'Ghanistan

Opium poppy and flower bitch

I get it on demand

I got strips of acid

In a letter

Crimped up in my sweater

Who you know can do it better?

Smokedope bitch I make her wetter

What? Uhh

I really know

I really do