8 PILLS

[Chorus]
Uh
Plug yo main bitch she bought 8 pills (Pluhh)
I pop 6 perkys just to stay still
Might get a Oxycontin it's the same feel
Bro took a Adderall now he can't chill
I'm finna tax a nigga on the same bill
I pour an eight in a cup and it ain't spill
You said you trappin' my nigga I can't tell
I bought her a Prada purse but it ain't real
Nigga you saying you real, but you fake still
Come to the trap man we havin' a bake sale
Fiends look like they asleep but they awake still

[Verse 1]
In the trap with the clips and an elbows
I'm in the trap and I'm strapped up, velcro
Dope fiends knock on the front nigga hell no
Nigga the clientele go to the back door
Nigga we tyin' up bricks like a lasso
I hit your shorty she said I'm an asshole
I check my assets, you don't got no cash flow
I went bachelorette on the last flow
I'm in the future, y'all be in the past though
You off of something nigga, must be bath salts
I eat some Benihana shit had mad salt
I'm whippin' in the kitchen nigga, whatchu mad for?

[Verse 2]
It's me in the cut nigga like a bandit
I changed my whole music I hated my fanbase
I get to the money bitch, I rubber band chase
I water flip codeine, think that shit was damn laced
Ain't have a seal then I'm not finna drink that
You a lying bitch nigga, you got a pink cap
I don't know what I brought but I got all my rings stacked
You wanted the old me, never gon' bring back

[Verse 3]
Nigga, Been a minute since high school
Bitch I'm the plug now (Pluhh)
I'm with your maim bitch she buyin' drugs now
If she a freak bitch, we might fuck now
Shoulda got a house, went and got a buss down
Run in yo house once you hear that gun sound
I'm finna punch, pistol get you knocked out Nigga
Fuck is you talking about, you a broke boy
All of my opps dead I roll a smoke for it
Shorty a thot bitch she get choked for it, nigga
I'm in the trap whippin' on a hot stove
I know the ingredients, rest in peace [?]
I [?] a pan but I'm scrappin' a pot though

[Outro]
Plugg