ADDICTED

Blue strip hunnids bussin outta my pocket
I ball man this shit ain’t an option
I fuck up a check when I walk into Saks
I’m dripp’d in designer yeah I got a problem
Bowls from LA and they go for the low
Don’t be callin my phone if you ain’t tryna cop
Married to money in love with this paper
Yeah I must admit I’m Addicted to guap

Blue strip hunnids bussin outta my pocket
I ball man this shit ain’t an option
I fuck up a check when I walk into Saks
I’m dripp’d in designer yeah I got a problem
Bowls from LA and they go for the low
Don’t be callin my phone if you ain’t tryna cop
Married to money in love with this paper
Yeah I must admit I’m Addicted to guap

These niggas be claimin dey demons
You really a pussy boa bеat it
Yo bitch said she luv me she mеan it
She saved on my phone as Katrina
That pussy so wet have you seen it
She suckin my dick lickin semen
She luvin the way that I eat it
I’m cappin bitch why would I eat it
Balencies my favorite my Purples the latest
That blicky stay tucked in my pants
This for them pussies that thinking it’s sweet
Imma shoot from 3 and it’s good I ain’t playin
4th down from the six
Now I’m callin for the blitz
Niggas dead from the blitz
20,000 for the fit
Yea I’m still servin shit
Plottin onna 6

Blue strip hunnids bussin outta my pocket
I ball man this shit ain’t an option
I fuck up a check when I walk into Saks
I’m dripp’d in designer yeah I got a problem
Bowls from LA and they go for the low
Don’t be callin my phone if you ain’t tryna cop
Married to money in love with this paper
Yeah I must admit I’m Addicted to guap

Blue strip hunnids bussin outta my pocket
I ball man this shit ain’t an option
I fuck up a check when I walk into Saks
I’m dripp’d in designer yeah I got a problem
Bowls from LA and they go for the low
Don’t be callin my phone if you ain’t tryna cop
Married to money in love with this paper
Yeah I must admit I’m Addicted to guap

25 hunnid ain’t nothing to me
If you niggas want verses I’m charging a fee
Thousand dollar Bowls I sell for 23
And can’t no nigga say they got a front from me
I need cash on demand, can’t wait for a backend
And I got hoes taking flights and bringing them packs in
If i’on know him, you know ima tax him
I’m ballin on niggas I’m feelin like Paxton
Just to be honest you niggas ain’t fuckin with me
I’m good everywhere I might trap overseas
Ain’t it ironic ain’t nun of my niggas rats but we still steady chasin this cheese
I got two trap phones and them bitches stay ringin
Hop out them RTs and slide in them demons
I might jus drop 40,000 on pieces
And don’t ask me why cus I ain’t got a reason