But Im Toxic? ft. D3WSON Lyrics

Bro, why am I, like, losing the shit? I can't even speak right

2-2-3 as I shoot it at your head, nigga, I don't get right

Alright, I'm ready, yeah

Okay, yeah, yeah

Bitch, I'm toxic, but I bought you chauffeurs and brunch

I can't stop it, two rings and two phones for fun

But I'm toxic, ask for shit, but I don't know none

I just stopped it, on the button, need personal funds

Aye

Bitch, you're delusional, I think it's something you should know

Getting money usual, you hate that

Drive around so much, so I bulletproof the Maybach

Lust is what you love, there's a difference, can't you see that

I'm pulling all this weight with my racks, can't you see that

Tell my bro, go on and hit, he playing with us, we spinning shit

I just get what I want, then I pay the next day

She wanna hang with us, well, I'm like, no way

If the money what you trust, then it's gone the next day

Ion chit nor I chat

I fly her out, she coming back aye

Bitch, I'm toxic, but I bought you chauffeurs and brunch

I can't stop it, two rings and two phones for fun

But I'm toxic, ask for shit, but I don't know none

I just stopped it, on the button, need personal funds

She you get wicked, but I ain't Nardo

Flying through that 12 like I'm 5-0

If I could Run my roster, It would be empty

Keep telling me I need friends, but I know I don't need any

It's been me and it's still me, lil' mama

Right around this city with my partner

We ain't mobbin', we just chillin', though we talkin' cash

And you annoyed, cause the man that you had, you know you ain't gettin' back

So when I go out, you ain't my task, shorty

She get wicked, but I ain't Nardo

Flying through it 12 like I'm 5-0

If I could Run my roster, It would be empty

Keep telling me I need friends, but I know I don't need any

Bitch, I'm toxic, but I bought you chauffeurs and brunch

I can't stop it, two rings and two phones for fun

But I'm toxic, ask for shit, but I don't know none

I just stopped it, on the button, need personal funds

Ayy

I just got a question

How I'm fake, but destined

Said you love me, guessin

I don't want you, best friend

I ain't lettin' up

Talk behind my back, but ain't no pushin' up

Stay behind them screens

You ain't talkin', man, your fingers talk

Say that to my face, and I promise that you can't talk

This money that I'm makin' buy your whole home and two cars

I swear y'all so entitled

Why not put that to a new job

Y'all sit home while I pop off

Y'all said chill, so I backed off

But y'all keep talkin', so I'm back on

Oh Maad, he's soft

That's wrong

Put a whole round in your backbone

How much time you really have

You dick ride just for a laugh

Then come back and say, oh, he mad

Wow, oh, I'm mad

Boy, this drum gon' make you laugh

I swear that meal would be your last

I'm petty, boy, I'ma get you back

Now I'm smokin' on your mama pack

Bitch, I'm toxic, but I bought you chauffeurs and brunch

I can't stop it, two rings and two phones for fun

But I'm toxic, ask for shit, but I don't know none

I just stopped it, on a button, need personal funds

Ayy