Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Meds, artist - ybs skolaDate of issue: 23.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Meds |
| King Midas |
| Streets so sad |
| Ride around town, thinkin' 'bout my homie |
| I need that bag |
| Got that case a nigga try to get up on me |
| Stop draggin' my swag |
| Keep the campaign going, I deserve a trophy |
| Long live Up Next |
| Now I gotta do it all on my lonely |
| How they gon' try to compare us? |
| (How?) |
| I hang with ballers and players (Style) |
| I could’ve been in the feds (Gone) |
| If I wasn’t sitting on some bread (Some bread) |
| But I’m in the house with the money piling (With the money) |
| Come here, lil' bitch, give me head (Give me head) |
| She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles (Shut up) |
| Baby, I need all my meds (Yeah) |
| How they gon' try to compare us? |
| (Yeah) |
| I hang with ballers and players (Ball) |
| I could’ve been in the feds (Mall) |
| If I wasn’t sitting on some bread (Woo) |
| But I’m in the house with the money piling |
| Come here, lil' bitch, give me head |
| She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles |
| But baby, I need all my meds |
| Baby, I need all my meds |
| Baby, I need all my meds |
| I’m in the house with the money piling |
| Come here, lil' bitch, give me head |
| She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles |
| But baby, I need all my meds |
| Wipe off the whips with the rag (Skrrt) |
| We got bikes we forgot in the shed (Forgot) |
| Pour up lean and I sip, I don’t share (Lean) |
| Fully loaded, I’m comin' prepared (Yeah) |
| You’d rather sit 'round and hate |
| But I’d rather go get to that bread (For sure) |
| You’d rather go on a date |
| I’d just rather count money instead (Count dough) |
| How you don’t know what to wear? |
| (How?) |
| I like for niggas to stare (Stare) |
| How her ass touching her hair? |
| (Wow) |
| But I do not like to share (Nah) |
| We walk around at the fair (Yeah) |
| Niggas is turnin' they heads (Yeah) |
| Can’t wait to get in the crib (Crib) |
| Why I thank God in the Benz |
| How they gon' try to compare us? |
| (How?) |
| I hang with ballers and players (Ball) |
| I could’ve been in the feds (Mall) |
| If I wasn’t sitting on some bread (Woo) |
| But I’m in the house with the money piling |
| Come here, lil' bitch, give me head |
| She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles |
| But baby, I need all my meds |
| Baby, I need all my meds |
| Baby, I need all my meds |
| I’m in the house with the money piling |
| Come here, lil' bitch, give me head |
| She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles |
| But baby, I need all my meds |
| Baby I need all my meds |
| Got blue hundreds, I’m stacking this bread (Cash) |
| All this drank, got me wakin' up late (Up late) |
| I got thirty racks stashed by the bed (Bed) |
| Your girlfriend wanna go on a date (A date) |
| We in traffic, she givin' me head (Me head) |
| I’m a boss, I put you in your place (Your place) |
| Better watch what you say, I ain’t playin' (I ain’t playin') |
| You my brother, I ride for my mans (My mans) |
| You stayed down and you stuck to the plan (The plan) |
| I got you when you stuck in a jam (A jam) |
| Ride or die when it comes to the fam (Fam) |
| Takin' pictures, I shine when the lights off |
| She wanna know what my chain cost |
| VVS teeth when I floss |
| Takin' wins, can’t take a loss |
| All this money, probably need a vault |
| You doin' bad and it’s not my fault |
| They hatin' on you when you do good |
| I’m doing me, just as I should |
| I really wish a pussy nigga would |
| Me and Skola, we in your hood |
| Double cup and a Backwood |
| We live a life that you wish you could |