Off The Record

I'm feeling good different energy it got me lifted With an assist from a perc she love calling me out say they hurt me But you ain't no saint bitch I know what you do What's it that brown bag you taking with you Something to ease the pain yea I know I'm always at your place you making it snow Feel up on my jeans you know what I tote yea Either a 9 or a 9 off of the drugs yea you still mighty fine Taking them addys you feeling alive yea feeling alive yea Damn shawty slipped something in my drink Now my head spinning I can't fucking think Look in to my eyes tell me what you see Them demons It's a battle I'm forever defeated Xanax got me twisted I'm leaning My heart skipped a couple beats what that mean damn Imma still sip on the lean my doc said slow down Nigga you feaning Crush the perc snort it up Nigga I'm dreaming Yea I feel the effects Glock with a beam and I love the attachments My ops is pussy they ducking the static Headshot figi my gun charismatic yea my gun charismatic Stop hitting my phone bitch nah You won't leave me alone bitch Won't leave me alone bitch I won't answer calls bitch I won't answer calls Ask me if I hate you I said yea I do