​​not my speed lyrics

‎[Intro]
(Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime)

[Chorus]
Huh, huh, b*tch is not in my schedule
I'm on a whole different level
She constantly wan' hit my cart, hell nah, I won't let her
I'm with the maker of designer, it ain't no rush
Finna put that b*tch in Celine with the bread I got
With the swag I got, uh
With the head she got, yeah, she know I'm top of the roster
Yeah, she know I'm the one
Snuck in the club with that blam, blam, blam, you know what's up
'Cause my real gang give no f*ck

[Verse]
She know that I'm poppin', she know that I'm poppin' another pill
Hey, walkin' 'round like a zombiе, I been geeked up for real, yeah
I bе gettin' out of pocket, you know I be on it for real, yeah
She tryna break my head, I don't got one to play with
When I call her, I know she know
In a different city with the real n*ggas
Yeah, I'm locked in, yeah, for real
I was Paris, can't front, huh, yeah
Lookin' for sales
On this Xan, I'm out the world, yeah, yeah
I don't even know if you was there, yeah, yeah
The secret to my self, I know it, no, no, I won't tell nobody
Scammin' racks up for the chase [?] I'm not okay, yeah
Yo' n*gga a bum now
Makin' them plays, yuh
Yeah, been geeked up for days, yuh
Matter fact, geeked up for months, huh
Matter fact, geeked up for years
Seen my mama cry some damn real tears when she knew I was off the pills
Told her I cannot stop it
Know this sh*t ruin my mind
I don't got that much time
So I pop my sh*t every day like I might die tonight, yeah
I'm that n*gga and you not, and that's just the difference (Difference)
Two days off of opioids, havin' withdrawal symptoms (Withdrawal symptoms)
n*ggas be gettin' shot, talkin' 'bout how much I take to get up
This ain't no damn rap sh*t, every day I f*ck my brain up
That b*tch is a hottie and I think I might just main her
But I'm a player
I'ma take this Perc' and I feel like I'm finna boot up
That n*gga a loser
Shawty in DMs, thinkin' I'm finna go and save her
They boostin' up my fans, swear to God, I love my haters
I don't wanna wait on
I be gettin' f*cked up
Tryna get money today, yeah
Tryna get geeked like today, yeah
Found a model ho, took her back to my place and then I slay
I'm a real fashion n*gga, but if a n*gga try me, then I lay him
I ain't nothin' to play with, she know I'm nothin' to play with
[Refrain]
Huh (No), know I'm nothin' (No, no)
No way
Know I'm nothin'
No way
Know I'm nothin' (No, no, no)
No way

[Chorus]
Huh, huh, b*tch is not in my schedule
I'm on a whole different level
She constantly wan' hit my cart, hell nah, I won't let her
I'm with the maker of designer, it ain't no rush
Finna put that b*tch in Celine with the bread I got
With the swag I got, uh
With the head she got, yeah, she know I'm top of the roster
Yeah, she know I'm the one
Snuck in the club with that blam, blam, blam, you know what's up
'Cause my real gang give no f*ck