(Berge always flexin')
Huh, ooh, ooh (Do it)

She keep on textin' me, K2, Xanax, and lean
I got a hit on me, I ain't got my vest on me
Now I'll sit here gettin' high till the morning
I got a split with me, go and get that money
I need a doctor
'Cause I've been havin' sickness with that chopper
Got 'em blowin' out the city, that's some shottas, baby
My life so busy, shit might drive you crazy

I'm screamin' out shakalaka, I don't talk about it, I don't reminisce about my dog
And I got that dirty chopper from my partner and with it, he knocked 'bout four off
I'ma put his body on this roll call
Bitch, you said it's ours, this ain't your house
I'm tired of fightin' with you, I'm high, why you?
Just take one or two, why you? Why you?
Flash out, went out
Know what? I should just close my mouth
I'll take one, but your-your mouth
Oh, yeah, gotta, gotta, I gotta take her down, oh, yeah (oh, ah)
Passed around the room like that bitch got no legs
I'm scared to lose and it fuck with my head
Locked in the stu', I might die in my bed
Drugs I abused, I know you don't understand
I'm 'bout to pop me a deuce and take one Xan'
I might just fuck around and fly me a Colombian
Toxic, told that bitch I got it, don't sit 'round tryna count my pockets (huh)
Bitch, get out your body, make me get you off that molly
I'm gon' just start laughin' when your stupid ass start cryin'

She keep on textin' me, K2, Xanax, and lean
I got a hit on me, I ain't got my vest on me
Now I'll sit here gettin' high till the morning
I got a split with me, go and get that money
I need a doctor
'Cause I've been havin' sickness with that chopper
Got 'em blowin' out the city, that's some shottas, baby
My life so busy, shit might drive you crazy (uh)