Faucy - Addicted Lyrics

Foreign model, foreign whip, bitch this a push to start
Imma put the iron to his chest he look like Tony Stark
Bank account size of my dick, yea my digits large
How the f*ck you smoke a cake, I'm smoking viscous carts
Ahhhh, I got a bad habit
I be spending money on really expensive fabric
I make all my drugs disappear like it's magic
Bitch I'm in denial cause I really am an addict
Uhhh, bro really is addicted
Spent all his money on drugs now he evicted
Imma have to hit up Cody and ask him what Rick did
He still on the white, yea that's what I predicted
Bitch call me Zeddy Will cause I see bands
I was throwing so many ones now I got green hands
I just gave an addict a deal he hit his fiend dance
Who's that on the side of the road, oh shit I see Vance
Blood on my kicks, so we done stomped out
Bitch I feel like Yeat in the cut I brought the Tonka out
Choppa NLE we finna walk him down
Bitch I got suppressors on my guns so they don't make a sound
Bitch on her knees she still sinning but she make a pray
I was at the strip club in Buffalo throwing bills in the air
Trippie Redd when I'm up in the party they gon stop and stare
Pussy really been abused it got that wear and tear
Bro really snitch on his homie now the case closed
Imma start ruling the game like I'm Drakeo
Bitch I'm smoking gas in the grass with a snake hoe
Feel like Santa cause the cookies imma take those
I just spent ten k, I'm boutta make it back
Bitch I feel like AT when I'm really just whipping the scat
Imma have to ask everybody what they know bout that
Leave you on the floor at your door like a f*cking mat
Bitch I'm really whipping a new Bugatti
Last thing I need is some love like Ally Lotti
I know that this bitch wanna ride like a Kawasaki
I got all these sticks and ice but I'm not playing hockey
Imma have to go to the plug, yea I hit up NAV
Fiends talking gotta tell em', you're not my dad
Bro really only listen to X, yea that song sad
Shout out to Liam Sico, his bong rad