Am I Going Manic Again?

Slim off the bendo, indo cutter

Gutter with the tinfoil, slick like butter

Hit her for the pain, ion love her

I just wan the brain, rise sun all summer

Like mother fucker

Eyes gon flutter

Eyes roll back till I'm back on uppers

Slim with the bat and the 8 ball stutter

Slim on attack I'm that 8 ball slugger

Fuck a bitch raw no rubber

Gold heart shawty stay closed, no shutter

Ice cold, Lombardi, I'm the OG stunna

Bands up, card me? Finger-fuck on your mother

Ace to the spade, Tom gon off the tucka

Change for the chump, you can dig that sucka

Raise in the swamp, where I ran up hunnids

Selling dime bag coke to the dime bag dummies

I been on a mission of a man

I been tryna get my daddy off them fucking xans ah

OP-10 worries, I'm blurry, I dance

With my momma in dreams, real life it's no chance

I'm the man with the plan, called $uicide Stan

Can't overdose, overload, suicide banned

So I'm comatose, diagnosed manic

Panic for the fam, catch a xan, Josh Gordon I'm the warden Im the

Now everybody in this bitch jumping

Too gone off the sip, go quack I'm ducking

I'm bugging say something full throttle

95 Chevy impala, unrivaled, untitled like ohhhh

Don dotta want more dollars

"Holla at Allah, get saved."

Think nada

Saved by bottle, hit a duck boy waddle, hit fatherless model

Love strong off trauma

Slim off the bendo, indo cutter

Gutter with the tinfoil, slick like butter

Hit her for the pain, ion love her

I just wan the brain, rise sun all summer

Like mother fucker

Eyes gon flutter

Eyes roll back till I'm back on uppers

Slim with the bat and the 8 ball stutter

Slim on attack I'm that 8 ball slugger

Fuck a bitch raw no rubber

Gold heart shawty stay closed, no shutter

Ice cold, Lombardi, I'm the OG stunna

Bands up, card me? Finger-fuck on your mother

Ace to the spade, Tom gon off the tucka

Change for the chump, you can dig that sucka

Raise in the swamp, where I ran up hunnids

Selling dime bag coke to the dime bag dummies