Pop Pills

[Hook x4]
Smoke weed, sip lean
Pop pills (x2)

[Verse]
I feel a holla, all my bitches swalla
I'm tatted on my collar I be running to the collar
In the black on black impala
I be eating on some pasta
Smoking like a Rasta
Fucked up posture
Walking like I'm leaning
You ain't never seen it
Candy painted coffins
Sour diesel coughing
Fuck with her often
Riding in the Chevy
I be walking real heavy
Make that bitch go boo like gedy, ow
Ricky Hil from the mound
I be paying like only 4 for the pound
All them bitches getting fucked when they come around
Say they like my tattoos and they like my sound
Give that girl a upper if she say she feeling down
All my drugs are great and I get 'em outta town
Profound underground
Your bitch is on my head I be sipping on my meds so I tell her

[Hook x4]
Smoke weed, sip lean
Pop pills (x2)

[Verse 2: Fat Trel]

[Hook x4]

[Verse 3: Brophy]

[Hook x4]