Intoxicated - K Suave

Bitch my heartbeat racin', I’m speed ballin', I’m off lean and 'x

(Ayo, that’s nickk)

Nigga say he want smoke wit' me, he ain’t know we was ridin around wit them

tec’s

Scope on that bitch, I’m shooting from long range, like I’m Jimmer Fredette

Your girl a freak, tryna' get in my pants

In the dealership, I think I want a new 'Benz

I’m with some European hoes, they speakin' French

And that money be blowin', thought I had a fan

That money look good, I’ma make love with it

Told her take it back, I don’t need it

In the Trackhawk baby, I’m speedin'

, think I’m a demon

Bitch I been up for the whole week geekin'

Bitch I get fly as fuck every season

But I get high as fuck every day

I’m killing that pussy, I just caught a case

Yeah, that money counter add shit up fast

Stop worrying about me boy, you going out sad, yeah, woah

These diamonds all over my body, that shit be cooling my flesh, yea, yea

Bitch I’m posted in the A' off drank

She don’t pop pills, but she wanna' do coke

I can’t feel my face 'till my whole body floatin'

Pass me my gun, I think that’s an opponent

I’m too tapped in, leave your ass in a morgue

She keep asking questions: No, I don’t play sports

We keep going back and forth, like tug-of-war

I keep going back to the drugs when I’m bored

Bitch my heartbeat racin', I’m speed ballin', I’m off lean and 'x

Nigga say he want smoke wit' me, he ain’t know we was ridin around wit them

tec’s

Scope on that bitch, I’m shooting from long range, like I’m Jimmer Fredette

Your girl a freak, tryna' get in my pants

In the dealership, I think I want a new 'Benz

I’m with some European hoes, they speakin' French

And that money be blowin', thought I had a fan

That money look good, I’ma make love with it

Told her take it back, I don’t need it

In the Trackhawk baby, I’m speedin'

, think I’m a demon

Bitch I been up for the whole week geekin'

Bitch I get fly as fuck every season

But I get high as fuck every day

I’m killing that pussy, I just caught a case

Yeah, that money counter add shit up fast

Stop worrying about me boy, you going out sad