Lyrics TOLD MY - Future

Real, real, real, real, real, real high
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I put all my drugs in a designer bag (whoa)
Bad bitch in the city, got her hibernatin', yeah
Shorty want a Perc', got it under me, yeah (shorty want a Perc')
Tom Ford, skinny pants, alteration, yeah (Tom, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I woke up this mornin', and I was higher than Jesus, whoa (I was higher than Jesus)
I just took two pills, damn, with my people, whoa (I just took two pills, whoa)
Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, whoa (whoa)
I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, whoa (oh, oh, oh)

I been stretchin' shit out like I'm on a beach, whoa (oh, oh, oh)
I'ma stretch the brick out, get it A to Z, whoa (oh, oh, oh)
Get it for the low, get it to the street (oh, oh, oh)
Pay me top dollars, I'm a sight to see (whoa, pay me top, cheese, cheese)
I told my bitch, "If I gotta be faithful, I might fall off"
I put all my BMs on paper, so they won't talk
I pulled up another Bentayga, she got a cold walk
I'll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a couple million dollars
(I'll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a couple-)

Koopsta, that gangster nigga, that pimpin' with dead dreads
Clickin' with that nine in hand, let's make this to another stang
Koopsta, that gangster nigga, that pimpin' with dead dreads
Clickin' with that nine in hand, let's make this to another stang

I woke up this mornin', and I was higher than Jesus, whoa
I just took two pills, damn, with my people, whoa
Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, whoa
I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, whoa

I can't get enough of doggin' a ho' out shit
Fuck her, kick her out shit, and that go for a boss bitch
My lil' niggas, them on dumb shit, walk you down shit
'Til the gun click, I don't post 'em, put 'em in no pics