Meds lyrics

[Intro: YBS Skola]
King Midas
Streets so sad
Ride around town, thinkin' 'bout my homie
I need that bag
Got that case a n*gga try to get up on me
Stop draggin' my swag
Keep the campaign going, I deserve a trophy
Long live Up Next
Now I gotta do it all on my lonely

[Chorus: YBS Skola]
How they gon' try to compare us? (How?)
I hang with ballers and players (Style)
I could've been in the feds (Gone)
If I wasn't sitting on some bread (Some bread)
But I'm in the house with the money piling (With the money)
Come here, lil' b*tch, give me head (Give me head)
She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles (Shut up)
Baby, I need all my meds (Yeah)
How they gon' try to compare us? (Yeah)
I hang with ballers and players (Ball)
I could've been in the feds (Mall)
If I wasn't sitting on some bread (Woo)
But I'm in the house with the money piling
Come here, lil' b*tch, give me head
She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles
But baby, I need all my meds
Baby, I need all my meds
Baby, I need all my meds
I'm in the house with the money piling
Come here, lil' b*tch, give me head
She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles
But baby, I need all my meds
[Verse 1: YBS Skola]
Wipe off the whips with the rag (Skrrt)
We got bikes we forgot in the shed (Forgot)
Pour up lean and I sip, I don't share (Lean)
Fully loaded, I'm comin' prepared (Yeah)
You'd rather sit 'round and hate
But I'd rather go get to that bread (For sure)
You'd rather go on a date
I'd just rather count money instead (Count dough)
How you don't know what to wear? (How?)
I like for n*ggas to stare (Stare)
How her ass touching her hair? (Wow)
But I do not like to share (Nah)
We walk around at the fair (Yeah)
n*ggas is turnin' they heads (Yeah)
Can't wait to get in the crib (Crib)
Why I thank God in the Benz

[Chorus: YBS Skola]
How they gon' try to compare us? (How?)
I hang with ballers and players (Ball)
I could've been in the feds (Mall)
If I wasn't sitting on some bread (Woo)
But I'm in the house with the money piling
Come here, lil' b*tch, give me head
She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles
But baby, I need all my meds
Baby, I need all my meds
Baby, I need all my meds
I'm in the house with the money piling
Come here, lil' b*tch, give me head
She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles
But baby, I need all my meds
[Verse 2: Lil Skies]
Baby I need all my meds
Got blue hundreds, I'm stacking this bread (Cash)
All this drank, got me wakin' up late (Up late)
I got thirty racks stashed by the bed (Bed)
Your girlfriend wanna go on a date (A date)
We in traffic, she givin' me head (Me head)
I'm a boss, I put you in your place (Your place)
Better watch what you say, I ain't playin' (I ain't playin')
You my brother, I ride for my mans (My mans)
You stayed down and you stuck to the plan (The plan)
I got you when you stuck in a jam (A jam)
Ride or die when it comes to the fam (Fam)
Takin' pictures, I shine when the lights off
She wanna know what my chain cost
VVS teeth when I floss
Takin' wins, can't take a loss
All this money, probably need a vault
You doin' bad and it's not my fault
They hatin' on you when you do good
I'm doing me, just as I should
I really wish a pus*y n*gga would
Me and Skola, we in your hood
Double cup and a Backwood
We live a life that you wish you could