RICHARDMILLIEFORTHEPLUG

Is it my demeanor that's making you forget Or is it the fucking weed Or what the f*ck you smokin Cause I want some I want to forget about my issues too bitch What it do, what it does I just copped two bricks from the plug, what's up What it do, what it does I'm off the dust, causing problems in the club What it do, what it does Hoes in my phone, they be begging for the love What it do, what it does I don't give a f*ck, only thing I loves the drugs Got drugs, are you happy Got all your best friends lookin at me Trynna start shit Texting on my phone Skirting in the dark quick That's a wide body, keep yo bitch inside it Can't remember passed Tuesday Bumping Croosh and Dookie on the roof Sippin heavy off the Dusse MF Doom knocking, all the speakers rocking Only one thing is true, that's your money over rules, aye 6th grade, the bitches ridin on my big wheels I'm a big fish, I'm the real deal Snorting blue pills through blue bills for cheep thrills Here's the deal, we are not your homies Pop a lucy, feeling lonely Y'all need to get the f*ck out here I'm calling the fucking police I kill this shit like Michael Myers Pale face with tire irons I'm a pyro, spit some fire Illuminate all my desires I'm a chill motherfucker but I'm pissed off Can't hear a broke fucker, when the wrist talk I like a hippy bitch who wearing all her crystals A trippy bitch who ain't afraid to hold my pistol