Lyrics Gatorade - LIL CYP

Dead people in my backpack
Some dope in my backpack
Drinking that shit until I fall asleep
Whipping that dough until I break my wrist

But I've been selling these bands
But I don't pop fuking xans
But I got poison in my sprite
But I sell it for a good price

30, 40, 50 to your face
And I got a purple Gatorade
30, 40, 50 to your face
And I'mma stay M.I.A

Pull up on the Booth
Pull up on your block
First I hold the mic
Then I hold the Glock

Then I beat your whore
Then she want my cock
Then she wanna fuck
But I just want the top

I prefer the drugs that I buy at the pharmacy
I drink my lean then I do the percocets

30, 40, 50 to your face
And I got a purple Gatorade
30, 40, 50 to your face
And I'mma stay M.I.A