Ecstasy

SP
You already know the fucking word (Banger Banger)

[Verse 1]
Posted outside trying to catch me a hat
Praying to God, but not Buddha, he fat
Sippin' on lean, it's the way that you act
Geeked, pills, pop, yuh
Niggas be droppin', they still not up
F-NN bullets, put your mans right up
Nigga think I'm his man, I'm fuckin' his slut
Talkin' 'bout what, what, what, what
Sippin' on lean, I ain't kick no cup
Chill with the mob, you knowin' what's up
Bitch, I got a drac, while she totin' my gun
Pop percs, but I'm coolin', we up
Take pills, overdose off the drug
Text ya phone, tryna see yeah what's up
I'm with Split, tryna hop out the cut

[Hook]
Pink, molly, got no feel
I'm tryna see if you're real
X and oxy, I'm sealin' the deal
Don't let them drive, he steering the wheel
Don't pull up, niggas, scaring the hoes
You the type to go talk in your notes
Got a breeze, I'm fuckin' no pro
Hop on tracks and you know that you sold

[Verse 2]
I'm the same nigga since before
Put your hands up, put them low
I'm posted with Tony, we hittin' in your hoe up
Nigga talk on the gang, but he don't even know us
Nigga sipping on Wock and he don't even pour up
Tell lil bro spin the lot if you tryn' get tore up
She got a man that's not what she told us
Posting my tape and that shit make me go up
COD bitch, we hop out the prone
Man-O-War, BO3 hit his dome
Bad lil bitch, you know she blasian
4 door coupe really spacious
Niggas talking online but don't say shit
That bitch hot Cajun
Bitch take a addy, she going insane
She the two door coupe givin' brain
Shoutout that Lil Tay, bitch gave me fame

[Verse 3 / Outro]
I pulled up, where the fuck is my fade?
Vlone 25, but we wearing North Face
I'm putting the shit on, Ferragamo the waist
In the trap, put them in the gaze
Killed his homie I ain't leave a trace
50 round homicide case
I've been holding down since the paint