Crack Fiends

[Intro: Big Yaya & The Neighborhood]
Use the sleeves of my sweater, let's have an adventure
Head in the clouds, (Yeah) but my gravity's centered
Touch my neck (Yeah) and I'll touch yours
You in those little high-waisted shorts (Yeah)
Cold for you here and now
So let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater

[Chorus: Big Yaya]
I'm poppin' Percs, look like it's three of me
I was kickin' doors, that's why my kid ain't seein' me
Bin Laden bros, when niggas doubted broski, he believed in me
Grinched up on my own, when I was broke remember how they treated me
I love crack fiends, I was hungry, only ones that feeded me
Stuck up in the trap, I can't leave my junkies, they be needin' me
Switch up on the Gli', I click it once, it shoot repeatedly
Walked up on 'em, they ain't see the v
Top floor condo like a BNB
Don't give māthā, leave immediately
Dodgin' troopers, used to be truancy
Try'na make my momma see me on BET

[Verse: FOUR50]
Baby, I'm grinched up but I'll still get a gyro off'a EBT
Ran that shit up off'a BTC, cause niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Head down, white girl, Mary-Kate
You ain't help, don't watch my plate
Feel like it's safe, it ain't safe here (yeah)
I keep it on me sometimes
Pour me a deuce, I don't do no Georgies
Benjamin Franks, I don't do no Georgies
I can't rely on you ho, don't call me
I need a rock sometimes, okay
These niggas thought I was stuck in the trap, say it's a trap for a reason (Ugh)
Same day one of you was callin' your mans, switch up on you like a season
I was outside, here Peezy
Cutthroat nigga, feel like I'm Teezy
Bro run it back in the back, he sleazy
My bitch shy, but she not Dreezy
Shots go off over here, and we never take none
Nigga don't fold when the State come
How niggas don't got a way when I made one?
They get you, don't say nun (yeah)
Shh, keep it quiet
From the game, better retire
If you ain't solid (yeah), and they be the opposite
I get high to see you (ok)

[Chorus: Big Yaya]
(Unh)
I'm poppin' Percs, look like it's three of me
I was kickin' doors, that's why my kid ain't seein' me
Bin Laden bros, when niggas doubted broski, he believed in me
Grinched up on my own, when I was broke remember how they treated me
I love crack fiends, I was hungry, only ones that feeded me
Stuck up in the trap, I can't leave my junkies, they be needin' me
Switch up on the Gli', I click it once, it shoot repeatedly
Walked up on 'em, they ain't see the v
Top floor condo like a BNB
Don't give māthā, leave immediately
Dodgin' troopers, used to be truancy
Try'na make my momma see me on BET

[Outro: The Neigborhood]
Touch my neck and I'll touch yours
You in those little high-waisted shorts
Too cold for you here and now
So let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater