Fentanyl lyrics

[Intro]
(What the f*ck, Lema)

[Verse]

Play after play got me dancin' at the self-scan
Caught the bank by surprise, I always had the upper hand
Talkin' swipe scriptures in my music, you wouldn't understand
If this decline, I got a backup card in my other hand

Ain't got a dollar in your pocket, but your wrist icy
My Glock and credit cards hangin' out, I know your b*tch like me
You don't make the same profit I do, you can't sh*t like me
f*cking that hoppin' ass n*gga, when I shoot, I'm real Mickey
He say he don't wanna be me, but rappin' on my type beats
My life revolve around a laptop, so I type me
I got pape and you don't, I knew you wasn't gon' like mе
Big Draco hangin' out my backpack, don't fight me

Five hundred dollar Louis shirt, this ain't no whitе tee
Boujee b*tch think she gon' get a Birkin, you not my wifey
She here to suck di*k, swipe cards, and drive, please
Hit a bonus play, PNC, I did the high knees
Puffin' white runtz in the air, I'm lookin' Chinese
A groupie pulled up with her titties, said, "Can you sign these?" (Of course)
b*tch, can you drop this check? After we hit twenty plays together, tat me on your neck
My trigger finger itchin', got me double tappin' with a TEC
Here go some Soulja Lean, I lied and said it was some Tuss'
Grenade launcher on my shotgun, this is high-tech
Drop fifteen thousand in the club, I made a damn mess (Damn)
You sat there, watched those hoes pick it up
He so down bad, went to the store and tried to stick it up
This b*tch wanna live my lifestyle, she said, "I'm rich and stuff"
When a junkie wanna shop with me, I hand him a long list of drugs
Percs, Adderall, Xans, what the f*ck do you want? Opioids?
I got it all, b*tch, it's all fentanyl, though