On the floor w/ lilur by Yung cams Lyrics
[Chorus - yung cams]
I don't care any more
I dropped the old me
Pop a perc i'm on the floor
Sipping codeine
I tell that bitch get out the door
And tell her blow me
Finna pour another 4
Before I go, b
I don't care any more
I dropped the old me
Pop a perc i'm on the floor
Sipping codeine
I tell that bitch get out the door
And tell her blow me
Finna pour another 4
Before I go, b
[Verse 1 - lilur]
Run up in your crib
With my Nikes
Supreme on me
Like a motherfucking hypebeast
Said he want smoke
Yeah he know where to find me
Imma just sit here
Counting up my p's
My P, shot him now he only got one eye
Like Wazowski
Pop P's
Yeah we motherfucking drug fiends
Pop beans
Yeah you can't stop me
Boutta pour up
Boutta drink my codeine
[Verse 2 - yung cams]
Shooter on my hip
Imma put it to his dome yeah
Make her scream
Hope her neighbours ain't home yeah
If you talking shit
I'll pull up, breaking all your bones yeah
Helpless and distressed
I'm feeling all alone yeah
I'm in so much pain
12 Gauge
Gonna hold it to my brain
Y'all so fake
Can't be fucking with these lames
Girl just stop
Ain't no time for playing games
[Chorus - yung cams]
I don't care any more
I dropped the old me
Pop a perc i'm on the floor
Sipping codeine
I tell that bitch get out the door
And tell her blow me
Finna pour another 4
Before i go, b
I don't care any more
I dropped the old me
Pop a perc i'm on the floor
Sipping codeine
I tell that bitch get out the door
And tell her blow me
Finna pour another 4
Before i go, b
I don't care any more
I dropped the old me
Pop a perc i'm on the floor
Sipping codeine
I tell that bitch get out the door
And tell her blow me
Finna pour another 4
Before I go, b
I don't care any more
I dropped the old me
Pop a perc i'm on the floor
Sipping codeine
I tell that bitch get out the door
And tell her blow me
Finna pour another 4
Before I go, b
[Verse 1 - lilur]
Run up in your crib
With my Nikes
Supreme on me
Like a motherfucking hypebeast
Said he want smoke
Yeah he know where to find me
Imma just sit here
Counting up my p's
My P, shot him now he only got one eye
Like Wazowski
Pop P's
Yeah we motherfucking drug fiends
Pop beans
Yeah you can't stop me
Boutta pour up
Boutta drink my codeine
[Verse 2 - yung cams]
Shooter on my hip
Imma put it to his dome yeah
Make her scream
Hope her neighbours ain't home yeah
If you talking shit
I'll pull up, breaking all your bones yeah
Helpless and distressed
I'm feeling all alone yeah
I'm in so much pain
12 Gauge
Gonna hold it to my brain
Y'all so fake
Can't be fucking with these lames
Girl just stop
Ain't no time for playing games
[Chorus - yung cams]
I don't care any more
I dropped the old me
Pop a perc i'm on the floor
Sipping codeine
I tell that bitch get out the door
And tell her blow me
Finna pour another 4
Before i go, b
I don't care any more
I dropped the old me
Pop a perc i'm on the floor
Sipping codeine
I tell that bitch get out the door
And tell her blow me
Finna pour another 4
Before i go, b