"dont eat the brown acid" lyrics
comehelpglo & $lim Gucci Lyrics
Cup full of memories haulted
I don't sleep, I stay up tossing
I might make wock come out the faucet
Off a football, I love an option
Shake and bake mistake, blew up the block
The zombie boy with benzos in his socks
You'll talk the talk but never walk the walk
Come test your luck, your chin is getting whomped
Leave the body, let 'em white chalk 'em
Twin Glocks, call them guns my Olsens
Boy, I rep the 7, Chris Nolan
Never hand the bwoy an ibuprofen
Smith and Wesson might just stretch him
Leave him reaching for the stars that he cannot see
Y'all be blinded by attention, chains and riches
Y'all are fake and you cannot be me
Wait, uhh, 4 in the morn'
Crocodile tears riddled through the swamp
Binge watch up all night long
Feel like Lil Boat, please say some
Wide awake from the drugs I take
I got ten different highs on top of this plate
Pop pills to chill, my head aches
Got a crater inside my brain that leaks
I might snort a blue up in Peso
Whole new meaning to me laying low
Dead flowers stay up on the table
Half hour I'll be in a K hole
Na-na-na-nose caked blue
Tie the noose, I pray I die real soon
Sip juice, blow diesel inside the room
If you come in here and you don't like drugs, you need to move
Walk a little diff when the cigarette toke
Boy, I stare at the water, wonder if they gon' float
Moms use to wash foul mouths with the soap
Probably why I like my pills a little dirty
Uh, oh
Late to my own demise front row
Beef with the sunlight, gun in my drawers
I don't care if I win if I hand out losses
Man, this breathing shit just get exhausting
100 miles from the shore
Hit the port with some pack, it's a touchdown
This some good ass dope, bitch, it's mud brown
It make your veins turn grey when you bust down
What the fuck is up?
I got a couple youngins gunnin' for a couple bucks
Ran it up for a couple months
100 xanz too easy, eat the shit for lunch
Cup full of memories haulted
I don't sleep, I stay up tossing
I might make wock come out the faucet
Off a football, I love an option
Shake and bake mistake, blew up the block
The zombie boy with benzos in his socks
You'll talk the talk but never walk the walk
Come test your luck, your chin is getting whomped
Leave the body, let 'em white chalk 'em
Twin Glocks, call them guns my Olsens
Boy, I rep the 7, Chris Nolan
Never hand the bwoy an ibuprofen
Smith and Wesson might just stretch him
Leave him reaching for the stars that he cannot see
Y'all be blinded by attention, chains and riches
Y'all are fake and you cannot be me
I don't sleep, I stay up tossing
I might make wock come out the faucet
Off a football, I love an option
Shake and bake mistake, blew up the block
The zombie boy with benzos in his socks
You'll talk the talk but never walk the walk
Come test your luck, your chin is getting whomped
Leave the body, let 'em white chalk 'em
Twin Glocks, call them guns my Olsens
Boy, I rep the 7, Chris Nolan
Never hand the bwoy an ibuprofen
Smith and Wesson might just stretch him
Leave him reaching for the stars that he cannot see
Y'all be blinded by attention, chains and riches
Y'all are fake and you cannot be me
Wait, uhh, 4 in the morn'
Crocodile tears riddled through the swamp
Binge watch up all night long
Feel like Lil Boat, please say some
Wide awake from the drugs I take
I got ten different highs on top of this plate
Pop pills to chill, my head aches
Got a crater inside my brain that leaks
I might snort a blue up in Peso
Whole new meaning to me laying low
Dead flowers stay up on the table
Half hour I'll be in a K hole
Na-na-na-nose caked blue
Tie the noose, I pray I die real soon
Sip juice, blow diesel inside the room
If you come in here and you don't like drugs, you need to move
Walk a little diff when the cigarette toke
Boy, I stare at the water, wonder if they gon' float
Moms use to wash foul mouths with the soap
Probably why I like my pills a little dirty
Uh, oh
Late to my own demise front row
Beef with the sunlight, gun in my drawers
I don't care if I win if I hand out losses
Man, this breathing shit just get exhausting
100 miles from the shore
Hit the port with some pack, it's a touchdown
This some good ass dope, bitch, it's mud brown
It make your veins turn grey when you bust down
What the fuck is up?
I got a couple youngins gunnin' for a couple bucks
Ran it up for a couple months
100 xanz too easy, eat the shit for lunch
Cup full of memories haulted
I don't sleep, I stay up tossing
I might make wock come out the faucet
Off a football, I love an option
Shake and bake mistake, blew up the block
The zombie boy with benzos in his socks
You'll talk the talk but never walk the walk
Come test your luck, your chin is getting whomped
Leave the body, let 'em white chalk 'em
Twin Glocks, call them guns my Olsens
Boy, I rep the 7, Chris Nolan
Never hand the bwoy an ibuprofen
Smith and Wesson might just stretch him
Leave him reaching for the stars that he cannot see
Y'all be blinded by attention, chains and riches
Y'all are fake and you cannot be me
