Mixing Strains lyrics

by

Lawsy


[Intro]
Lawsy, pick up

[Verse]
I pop a pill, I can't think straight (Can't think straight)
f*ck it, I'm dyin' if these hoes fake (If these hoes fake)
Got that hoe crying, 'cause I can't stay (Can't stay)
I'd be lyin' if I called you bae (Called you bae)
Can't open my eyelids, smokin' on dank (Smokin' on dank)
I'm high as a pilot, thinkin' I'ma faint (Thinkin' I'ma faint)
Like damn, this bi'h wil'ing, got a tat' of my name (A tat' of my name)
She think it's the drugs got me goin' insane (Got me goin' insane)

[Chorus]
I'ma hit up the plug, I don't feel no pain (I don't feel no pain)
In the Trackhawk, switchin' lanes (Trackhawk)
Tryna get high as hell, I'm mixing strains (Mixing strains)
I'll send him to hell if he reach for my chain (He reach for my chain)
I'm f*ckin' this b*tch, I don't know her name (I don't know her name)
Hе broke as sh*t, so no, he can't hang
Clutch on my stick, I stay with that thang
Got a few bricks, straight cocainе (Straight cocaine)

[Verse 2]
If you want smoke, then you can have it (Then you can have it)
If you want dope, then you can have it (Then you can have it)
White hoe doin' coke, we livin' lavish (We livin' lavish)
I'm in LA, kickin' with a bad b*tch, yeah (b*tch, yeah)
I used to have Dracs' stuffed up in the mattress, yeah (b*tch, yeah)
Now I'll smoke by the pound, boy I know they mad, b*tch, yeah
She get on my nerves, calling me an addict, yeah
I like bad b*tches and fast whips, yeah
Run off off with a pack, you can get yo' ass whooped, yeah
I'm startin' to sober up, another backwood, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I'ma hit up the plug, I don't feel no pain (I don't feel no pain)
In the Trackhawk, switchin' lanes (Trackhawk)
Tryna get high as hell, I'm mixing strains (Mixing strains)
I'll send him to hell if he reach for my chain (He reach for my chain)
I'm f*ckin' this b*tch, I don't know her name (I don't know her name)
He broke as sh*t, so no, he can't hang (He can't hang)
Clutch on my stick, I stay with that thang
Got a few bricks, straight cocaine (Straight cocaine)

[Verse 3]
Give me a brick and I move that b*tch (And I move that b*tch)
Diamond dancing, do a hulahoop, b*tch (A hulahoop)
She say we f*cked and I'm like "Who is this b*tch?"
I ride 'round with at least two of them sticks
She shaking ass and that b*tch movin' that sh*t (Movin' that sh*t)
She ain't get in the back but she cute as sh*t (Cute as sh*t)
Watch me bag that hoe, sh*t, I'm cupid, b*tch (I'm cupid, b*tch)
It's a stick up, they get to movin' quick (Pah, pah, pah)

[Bridge]
Yeah
I like bad b*tches with a bag
I like bad hoes with some ass (Yeah, with some ass)
I like good drank with some gas, yeah (Yeah, with some gas)
I like getting high, I like getting cash
Like damn, that b*tch fine when she in my bed (In my bed)
It's only nine, and I'm poppin' the X, yeah (I'm poppin' the X)
[Chorus]
I'ma hit up the plug, I don't feel no pain (I don't feel no pain)
In the Trackhawk, switchin' lanes (Trackhawk)
Tryna get high as hell, I'm mixing strains (Mixing strains)
I'll send him to hell if he reach for my chain (He reach for my chain)
I'm f*ckin' this b*tch, I don't know her name (I don't know her name)
He broke as sh*t, so no, he can't hang
Clutch on my stick, I stay with that thang
Got a few bricks, straight cocaine (Straight cocaine)
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