Meds! Lyrics

I still need the med (med)

Booted up fuck what you said (skrt)

Beams be green no red (red)

But I'm still sipping on red uh

Finesse the plug and I ran off (skrt)

Clutch on the stick have a stand off (skrt)

VVS diamonds they dance off (skrt)

Fuck me a bitch way from France yeah (woah)

Licc, licc, licc, won' talk about a licc? (aye)

Talk super crazy I chop out a bitch (aye)

I send them niggas post up with a blick (aye, aye)

Real deal shh, don't talk about the shit (aye)

I am not friendly for nothing, no (aye)

Pussy ass nigga won' be in my mix (aye)

I got the bitch touching toes (aye, aye)

Up in the back and she doing them tricks, tricks, tricks

Got a bitch in the back

In a double r bag

We just pull out the racks

We just pull out the facts

I'ma hang that hoe up on a wall like a tat

All my niggas attack

And this shit is in tact

I'm with BBN, I pour the lean and relax

Lay her down like a mat

When I hit from the back

Have her run like a track

Yes I'm coming like that, yeah

I cannot love on no thot (no thot)

But I might love on some drugs (them drugs)

I got the dro in the spot (the spot)

Got me feeling all above (blrrrd)

Shawty looking for some love, huh? (the love)

I won't ever give her love (no love)

I be flyer than a dove (a dove)

Michael Jackson beat it I don't have no glove (no glove)

Lay a bitch down like a rug (ooh)

I be peeping the scene and he better not mug (ooh)

Fuck with the smoke like a puff (ooh)

Won't ever stop cause this shit ain't enough (ooh)

Rockstar living, I'ma rockstar living lil bitch do rockstar drugs (ooh)

Turnt to the ceiling, I be turnt to the ceiling lil bitch real rockstar yeah (ooh)

I still need the med (med)

Booted up fuck what you said (skrt)

Beams be green no red (red)

But I'm still sipping on red uh

Finesse the plug and I ran off (skrt)

Clutch on the stick have a stand off (skrt)

VVS diamonds they dance off (skrt)

Fuck me a bitch way from France yeah (woah)

Licc, licc, licc, won' talk about a licc? (aye)

Talk super crazy I chop out a bitch (aye)

I send them niggas post up with a blick (aye, aye)

Real deal shh, don't talk about the shit (aye)

I am not friendly for nothing, no (aye)

Pussy ass nigga won' be in my mix (aye)

I got the bitch touching toes (aye, aye)

Up in the back and she doing them tricks, tricks, tricks

Got a bitch in the back

In a double r bag

We just pull out the racks

We just pull out the facts

I'ma hang that hoe up on a wall like a tat

All my niggas attack

And this shit is in tact

I'm with BBN, I pour the lean and relax

Lay her down like a mat

When I hit from the back

Have her run like a track

Yes I'm coming like that, yeah