On Drugs Again (Sports Car)

(Starts at 0:14)

- Pre-chorus -

Trapped out, taking drugs in the . . .

Trapping taking perkies. . .

 

(Starts at 0:26)

- Chorus -

 

Trapped out, taking drugs all up in the sports car

Baby taking perkies, overdosing til she lock-jaw

Roll one for my opps, my homie clutching, he got quickdraw

Once we in opp territory, we never gonna withdraw

 

Trapped out, taking drugs all up in the sports car

Baby taking perkies, overdosing til she lock-jaw

Roll one for my opps, my homie clutching, he got quickdraw

Once we in opp territory, we never gonna withdraw

 

(Starts at 0:53)

- Verse 1 -

 

We mixing perkies with the lean, call me Juice WRLD, yah

RIP to the legends, I had time the needed served, yah

I'm rolling opps, ain't dropping names, but they get burned, yah

I used to be green but my homie quickly went and got me learned

On probation, still rolling up the green, change of scenery was needed

Shit was feeling like a dream, perkies fading, angels greeted

Xanny bars, never took 'em, on other drugs me and my baby feasted

I won't ever fuck off the drugs, feeling it and good she treated

 

(Starts at 1:19)

- Hook -

 

Mixing up promethezine and sprite, we making home-made lean

Shit get red like Clifford, I'm about to hit the plug up for codeine

Never fading off the drugs, perkies got my homies like some fiends

But a nigga switching sides, flipping back like batteries

 

(Starts at 1:32)

- Chorus -

 

Trapped out, taking drugs all up in the sports car

Baby taking perkies, overdosing til she lock-jaw

Roll one for my opps, my homie clutching, he got quickdraw

Once we in opp territory, we never gonna withdraw

 

Trapped out, taking drugs all up in the sports car

Baby taking perkies, overdosing til she lock-jaw

Roll one for my opps, my homie clutching, he got quickdraw

Once we in opp territory, we never gonna withdraw

 

(Starts at 1:59)

- Verse 2 -

 

Back on the second verse, ain't gonna hit 'em with a drug line

Long distance used to be the way, we fell to sleep on face-time

Like Muhammad Ali fighting, I'm hitting niggas with a punchline

Telling bae to swallow kids, I ain't thinking about my bloodline

Giving up on myself, I'm o.ding just give me time

Perkies overdoses, you name it it'll be on my mind

But we never taking Xanny's, never switch up, yah, I deny

I was brought in and sat down, a deal they try to get me to sign

 

But I chose to be the master, no squid games, I ain't 199

Seperate the easy from the hard, you'll find about nine

Of us out here trapping, but we up-ing from the wasitline

Never told the opps a thing, we pushing back some hairlines

 

(Starts at 2:39)

- Chorus -

 

Trapped out, taking drugs all up in the sports car

Baby taking perkies, overdosing til she lock-jaw

Roll one for my opps, my homie clutching, he got quickdraw

Once we in opp territory, we never gonna withdraw

 

Trapped out, taking drugs all up in the sports car

Baby taking perkies, overdosing til she lock-jaw

Roll one for my opps, my homie clutching, he got quickdraw

Once we in opp territory, we never gonna withdraw

 

(Starts at 3:05)

- Verse 3 -

 

Plug blowing up my phone, trying to get me to come and drop bands

Drugs exchanged for money, I got homies who do the change hands

Dropping hints all in my songs, 'bout the people I killed off of demands

Making all this money, songs going to make me a hundred grand

Never switching up from drugs, my baby 'fraid of an overdose

Her fear is relevant, last time I had to comatose

But I write the best of pills, pouring up while writing these flows

I already got a baby, but my phone is filled from these hoes.

 

- Outro -

It doesn't matter though.

I already got my baby locked.

999 shit for my brothers.

Heaven where we headed.