Pills and Potions - Rev

Bitch I’m poppin pills and potions got yo bitch right by my side

2 3 bitches in the crib they gon' stay the fuckin night

Got that ice on my wrist bitch I got that frostbite

Bitch I keep a pistol tucked you can’t catch me lack tonight

I got bitches in the front

Whip a foreign just like that

I don’t even like to stunt

But yo bitch is on my back

Bitch I feel like playboi carti and I got my fuckin slats

Bad bitch bad bitch yea you know she throw it back

I got ice on my wrist Imma go and fuck his bitch

Bad bitch on my phone and she begging for a kiss

I got money on my mind I got vintage on my kicks

All these other rappers shit so I’m stuntin like a bitch

Bitch i’m poppin pills and potions got yo bitch right by my side

2 3 bitches in the crib they gon stay the fuckin night

Got that ice on my wrist bitch I got that frostbite

Bitch I keep a pistol tucked you can’t catch me lack tonight

I got bitches in the front

Whip a foreign just lik that

I don’t even like to stunt

But yo bitch is on my back

Bitch I feel lik playboi carti and I got my fuckin slats

Bad bitch bad bitch yea you know she throw it back

Tell her to pass the elixir

Numbin the brain and pain so then I won’t miss her

Then it will fix her

Heart is ice cold like it just went through winter

Passin up the bottle have my liver take a swallow

Racin through the substance like an amg full throttle

I can take these other bitches that be all up on my text

They just not fillin up the empty half of the glass like I would expect

What you want from me

I been on a streak

You want more of me

It’s your fantasy

Growin up and growin up

If the money sick then I’m throwin up

And my rose runny like i’m running charts

If it’s a track meet then i’m going far

If you attack me then I’m Joan of Arc

And if i’m going up yea i’m off to mars

Bitch I’m poppin pills and potions got yo bitch right by my side

2 3 bitches in the crib they gon' stay the fuckin night

Got that ice on my wrist bitch I got that frostbite

Bitch I keep a pistol tucked you can’t catch me lack tonight