Micheal Myers

(Texas Top 20 exclusive)

Get high
Get high
Money, get high

(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)

(Intro)
I just getting money, get high
When I'm on that Percocete I dont get tired
He walk around with that mask like Michael Myers
I be pullin' on her tracks when I'm excited

Lean make my side hurt, I'm a soul survivor
Dissin on my team, get that beam, you'll hear sirens
I got lots of green, whatchu mean, I come from poverty
Im a celebrity; I clеar the scene whеn I be riding
Gotta know i come from robbin
Fucked yo bitch, den I didn't mean it
Get that pop, eat it like Tina
I'ma just wrestle yo bitch, John Cena
Brand new Tesla, don't even clean it
Nigga switched up on the gang, I seen it
I pour drink every day, I'm leanin
Through night I'm fighting demons

I can't even see, I just get that bag
Don't know why they hate on me; I'm the reason why they mad
She be staring at my jeans, everywhere you see dem racks
I gave the plug a hunnit Gs, he gone come back with them packs

I just want them racks, I just want them racks
I just want them racks, I just want them racks
I just want them racks, I just want them racks
I just want them racks, I just want them racks

Nigga's pillow talk like bitches, Iced out watch, no Tiffany
I'ma spin again and again I ain't finished
Pull up in a Benz, y'all niggas got pennies
And we got syrup at the trap like Denny's
Shh, mind yo business, ffft
Walk and get hit with that semi
I'on fuck with rappers, them niggas too friendly
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(W.I.P.)