Kamowaves - Highly Medicated

Gavin, wake the hell up
(Gang, uhh on gang)
I woke up pour me a pint in my duce
In a all black coupe like Bruce Wayne
I know that they feel the pain
Getting high then i hop on a plane
Don't need detergents I'm leaving a stain
In the trap and had to maintain
Run in your spot then I'm switching
These lanes
Im hitting juggs like everyday
All these stupid lil niggas so cliché
Told that bitch throw it back like a replay
I got your hoe on her knees no knee brace
She chief the backwoods to the fucking face
Run up the bands, and you running up the plays
She in a trance, she popping like everyday
I dont understand he working like everyday
He in streets lowkey tryna make a way
Number nine in the field and im making plays
With the guys and we banging like 808
On my grind and tryna fill up the plate
Save up the racks take my mom on a holiday
Got my new bitch a three piece of that lengerie
Ran up the bands, and i count up the cheese cake
And when my niggas step it seems like an earthquake
Please dont fall in love im gonn make your heart ache
Roll up the doja then order a cheese steak
Smoke up the dank and it stank i dont need a break
You getting played (Got damn) thats cheap skate
Trnch what i claim im to blame its too easy
I understand what you cant thats deeply
I talk that guapanese nigga weekly (yea)
I had to think of a new way, to get these bands to expand
Is a new age
You tryna fuck with the gang but its too late
Shipment from Afghanistan getting delayed
Do not put your trust in a bitch she will
Betray ya
I shove my dick in her throat then ill see you later
My niggas creep under water like Alligators
We in the streets misbehaving we trouble makers
I had to think of a new way, to get these bands to expand
Is a new age
You tryna fuck with the gang but its too late
Shipment from Afghanistan getting delayed
Do not put your trust in a hoe she will
Betray ya
I shove my dick in her throat then ill see you later
My niggas creep under water like Alligators
We in the streets misbehaving we trouble makers
Trouble makers (yea, uhh)
Trouble makers (yeaa, uhh)
Trouble makers...
Trouble makers (uhhh, huhh, uhhh. huhhh)
Trouble makers (uhhh, huhh, uhhh. huhhh)
I woke up pour me a pint in my duce
In a all black coupe like Bruce Wayne
I know that they feel the pain
Getting high then i hop on a plane
Don't need detergents I'm leaving a stain
In the trap and had to maintain
Run in your spot then I'm switching
These lanes
Im hitting juggs like everyday
All these stupid lil niggas so cliché
Told that bitch throw it back like a replay
I got your hoe on her knees no knee brace
She chief the backwoods to the fucking face
Run up the bands, and you running up the plays
She in a trance, she popping like everyday

Written by:
Kamohelo Khohlo

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