Lyrics Intoxicated - K Suave

Intoxicated

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