Adderall Songtext
von Celly Ru

It′s Trissie
Hey, Jules, is this you, by the way?
Hey, ass fake, but her back is real
Feel like A&E ain't shit, ′cause she ain't had him

Real nigga, she don't even really know how that feels
She ain′t even know that it got that real
Left her nigga soon as she met me and then went back still
Told her, baby, that′s that Adderall that nigga had built

Real nigga, she don't even really know how that feels
She ain′t even know that it got that real
Hey, turn around and let me see if it's still there
Oh, bitch, blowin′ me up, act like I still care

Different bitch, same bullshit, feel like I've been here
Hella long, already hung up the phone
She′s like, you still there?
Hello bitch
Ay, get off my phone, bitch


Make any excuse to do some fact shit with me, punk
And I backtrack and keep runnin' out of time
Can't let it go to waste
I don′t fuck every time
Had to go throw the whole hallway forever

Squeezin′ still forever, geekin' niggas know, though
Shoot a gang, came up with the rule
Nigga free, JoJo
Home flex, woes
I never post or take no photos

Bitch, report this car on me
Right now, I′m in a stella
Ay, I just fired
That ain't hoe I got right now
I′ve been stripped by my Mom

Make more dough than any hoe you met
Ain't that consistently
But, man, I gotta show respect
Lovin′ one of them ballin' ass trick niggas
Come and throw a check
Ay, ass fake, but her back real
Feel like A&E ain't shit, ′cause she ain′t had him


Real nigga, she don't even really know how that feels
She ain′t even know that it got that real
Left her nigga as soon as she met me, and they went back still
Told her baby that's that Adderall, that nigga Advil

Real nigga, she don′t even really know how that feels
She ain't even know that it got that real
Ain′t no cap in her trap
She gon' get it back
Let him caregiver

Tristie, you can't get it back
Crazy niggas runnin′ off on hoes
Nowadays, these niggas cat
I′ma get it all until she faggin'
She gon′ leave like that

Knock me for the bitch
Make sure she ain't sendin′ a bag still
Can you take this if the police bark?
Baby, make that real
She gon' wipe me down while I′m drivin'

Don't let that spill
Bitch gon′ make a nigga crash
This might be your last meal
Ay, I′m a gangster, I got power
I can't slow dance

I got more than these things
Don′t show bands
Flow bands
Like with BMF, this shit goes fast
No bands

Niggas make it look good with they broke ass
Don't do no man pressure
Stuff my pockets with what fit in it
Clutchin′ on this Paul
Niggas ain't ready, you unzip this shit

Bitch better not ever be out the pocket
I′ma trip again
Fuck that brother shit
Bitch ain't allowed to have no nigga friends
Ay, ass fake, but her bag real
Feel like ain't nigga ain′t shit ′cause she ain't had him
Real nigga

She don′t even really know how that feels
She ain't even know that it got that real
Left her nigga soon as she met me, and they went back still
Told her baby this, that, or all
This is that Adderall, that nigga Advil

Real nigga, she don′t even really know how that feels
She ain't even know that it got that real