The Girls On Drugs Songtext / Lyric

I promise you ain't never really freak out until you be out at freak hours and see each and every freak out from free couch to free couch



We go deep and we don't get no sleep

Cause we be up all night until the early light






Man these niggas ain't serious

Do you know what type of women I've been dealing with?

I used to pop blues with my lil' bitch

I call her boo cuz her real one I will forget

I use a Uber to scoop me to SLS

What you expect, a little groupie to see my crib?

Oh no, these niggas ain't serious

Do you know what type of bitches I've been dealing with?

Try to tell me adderall make her get a rush

Used to use it to study until she fell in love

Told me that lil buzz just make her think a lot

Told her "Nah you lying, cuz you don't eat enough"

Nah Nah Nah

These women ain't serious

She sprinkled a little something up in her lip

Start sipping and now she sweating, her lips clenched

Kind of dizzy, her friends tell her to get a grip

I'm trying to get me a real woman to take out

But for now, they're wild

They rather get it in



Girls on drugs

Girls on drugs

Girls on drugs

Pills and subs when them beers ain't enough

They still need love



In her purse where her hand go

She disperse by the handful

Coco make her go up

Nothing popping, pop a zan when she laying low

Bars to break, so many bars to break

She at the Grammy's turnt, none of the stars is fake

She like "Oh my God, I'm on the moon and shit"

And my particular moon like a platoon and shit

You know the niggas I be dealing with

Politicians and niggas living it on the rip

And my position to give this shit to little kids

Is not official unless I'm giving them authentic

We're all living with small demons

We're all sinning, it's all similar

Broads with us and they bong hitting

Let me tell you about the bitches I've been chilling with

The really insecure ones look good as shit

Nothing fill the void of a little pill

A little shot, she ain't shy when the shit spill

And it's hard to feel alive when you're feeling dead inside

Beside that the lime light be so real

Let me tell you about the bitches that I kick it with

Told me nobody love her and so she cut her wrist

Not enough for the hospital but cut it close

That's why she want to get high because she's feeling low

Told me pour me a vodka, pill and little smoke

So I could numb her insides and we will never know