Music: Deante Johnson
[Intro]
Yeah
Woah
[Chorus]
Way too gone off the drank, I just hope that I'll make it home
I say, love me now, don't wait 'til it's late, you don't know when I'll be gone
I say, I'm ten toes behind my brothers, them niggas know their right or wrong
I say, I'm still hooked on the prescription pills, them bitches get me in my zone
I say, love me now, don't wait 'til it's late, you don't know if I'll be back
And if a nigga bust at me, I don't got my shit, my brother got my slack
Say, lil' brother, watch what you say on the internet 'cause that shit'll get you whacked
Gripping cutters, keep a Glock .43 on me 'cause that bitch compact, it'll stuttеr
[Verse]
Mud in my cup, I'm fighting demons, I'm speeding in a Demon
And I say **** thesе niggas, I don't trust these niggas, that's why I keep my heater
Heated seats in the AMG, new season, now I'm in a two-seater
Your love like withdrawals, baby, if I don't have you, then I got a fever
I'm sipping on 'Tussin, that's with the Wock' in my cup like it's Easter
My nigga did dirty work with his XD, tossed it in the river
And I ain't getting high off no line, you tripping, bitch, I'm a real sipper
I ain't putting you over no bread, you tripping, bitch, I'm a go-getter
I just dropped the top on the Benz, made that bitch drop drop to the floor
I ain't speaking on nothing when them cameras on me, I'ma keep it on the floor
My nigga get scripts from a dirty doc' but we gon' keep it on the floor
Bitch say she high but she ain't high enough so I'ma pour her up some more
[Chorus]
Way too gone off the drank, I just hope that I'll make it home
I say, love me now, don't wait 'til it's late, you don't know when I'll be gone
I say, I'm ten toes behind my brothers, them niggas know their right or wrong
I say, I'm still hooked on the prescription pills, them bitches get me in my zone
I say, love me now, don't wait 'til it's late, you don't know if I'll be back
And if a nigga bust at me, I don't got my shit, my brother got my slack
Say, lil' brother, watch what you say on the internet 'cause that shit'll get you whacked
Gripping cutters, keep a Glock .43 on me 'cause that bitch compact, it'll stutter