[Chorus]
OD'ing on syrup
Can barely see
Picking up hoes from beyond
Bitch to geeked
She came home popping [?]
He keep speaking down on my name
Then he died
Ain’t going back and forth with no welfare
Baby he fried
This ain’t no wedding but I got ties
Tough talkin' on live
Then he wore a disguise
You’ll meet your maker
Blood in my eyes
Blood in my eyes
Blood in my eyes
[verse 1]
Peeping the diamonds on the D.D
Rolls Royce umbrella over me I feel like RiRi
Geekin’ to damn hard I feel like I play with a ouija
Can’t go out bad I know they need me