"Never Sober" lyrics
Off of all type of drugs
I'm off of all type of drugs
Aye, aye, yeah
Fallin' in the club
Yeah, yeah, Fatt
I got rich, I bust my wrist
I'm sorry for all that shit I did
If it ain't 'bout money, I'm stayin' in the crib
You know I'm gon' blow, we goin' to drill
I'm locked and loaded, I'm focused on pills
They told me I'm never gonna make it, I did
Yeah, and I know they hate, the fact I did it
I'm stayin' high, and stay in my feelings
Load up my 9, bitch I'm comin' get you
Before they take me out, I'ma turn to a killa
You tell me I'm lyin', how the fuck did you figure?
I know you ain't shit, and you fuck with that nigga
I'm gon' be fishin' these niggas, to [?]
I know he a bitch, and he ain't really with it
Don't nun of my opps, wanna talk 'bout figures
I pour lean, everyday I'm a real wok sipper
Bae I love you to death, you keep throwin' me off
This bitch nosy ass hell, tryna check my phone
I love my drugs, they keep me goin'
I'm in love, with your love, come and give me ya heart
All these rap niggas, my sons
Cartier sittin' on my arm
You know, I'm one of the ones, baby
I'm the one, who really won
I got rich, and ice my neck
I just want love, but this bitch want sex
I clear my head, with these perc's
Can't be callin' the plug, cause I'm feelin' upset
High as fuck while I'm drivin', I pray I don't reck
Everyday I be grindin', I pray that I'm next
I still prayed for you, even after you left
And I don't really miss you, or wish that I kept you
I got rich, I bust my wrist
I'm sorry for all that shit I did
If it ain't 'bout money, I'm stayin' in the crib
You know I'm gon' blow, we goin' to drill
I'm locked and loaded, I'm focused on pills
They told me I'm never gonna make it, I did
Yeah, and I know they hate, the fact I did it
I'm stayin' high, and stay in my feelings
Load up my 9, bitch I'm comin' get you
Before they take me out, I'ma turn to a killa
You tell me I'm lyin', how the fuck did you figure?
I know you ain't shit, and you fuck with that nigga
I'm gon' be fishin' these niggas, to [?]
I know he a bitch, and he ain't really with it
Don't nun of my opps, wanna talk 'bout figures
I pour lean, everyday I'm a real wok sipper
On, God
I'm off of all type of drugs
Aye, aye, yeah
Fallin' in the club
Yeah, yeah, Fatt
I got rich, I bust my wrist
I'm sorry for all that shit I did
If it ain't 'bout money, I'm stayin' in the crib
You know I'm gon' blow, we goin' to drill
I'm locked and loaded, I'm focused on pills
They told me I'm never gonna make it, I did
Yeah, and I know they hate, the fact I did it
I'm stayin' high, and stay in my feelings
Load up my 9, bitch I'm comin' get you
Before they take me out, I'ma turn to a killa
You tell me I'm lyin', how the fuck did you figure?
I know you ain't shit, and you fuck with that nigga
I'm gon' be fishin' these niggas, to [?]
I know he a bitch, and he ain't really with it
Don't nun of my opps, wanna talk 'bout figures
I pour lean, everyday I'm a real wok sipper
Bae I love you to death, you keep throwin' me off
This bitch nosy ass hell, tryna check my phone
I love my drugs, they keep me goin'
I'm in love, with your love, come and give me ya heart
All these rap niggas, my sons
Cartier sittin' on my arm
You know, I'm one of the ones, baby
I'm the one, who really won
I got rich, and ice my neck
I just want love, but this bitch want sex
I clear my head, with these perc's
Can't be callin' the plug, cause I'm feelin' upset
High as fuck while I'm drivin', I pray I don't reck
Everyday I be grindin', I pray that I'm next
I still prayed for you, even after you left
And I don't really miss you, or wish that I kept you
I got rich, I bust my wrist
I'm sorry for all that shit I did
If it ain't 'bout money, I'm stayin' in the crib
You know I'm gon' blow, we goin' to drill
I'm locked and loaded, I'm focused on pills
They told me I'm never gonna make it, I did
Yeah, and I know they hate, the fact I did it
I'm stayin' high, and stay in my feelings
Load up my 9, bitch I'm comin' get you
Before they take me out, I'ma turn to a killa
You tell me I'm lyin', how the fuck did you figure?
I know you ain't shit, and you fuck with that nigga
I'm gon' be fishin' these niggas, to [?]
I know he a bitch, and he ain't really with it
Don't nun of my opps, wanna talk 'bout figures
I pour lean, everyday I'm a real wok sipper
On, God
