Steve-O Creep - Addict 2 (feat. 85 Sicc) Lyrics

Pills, Weed, Liquor bitch
Ya'll ain't really doin shit

Where my thots
Where my hoes

Them girls with painted toes
Percocet gon kill my woes

Whiskey bottle to the dome
Drug abuse is all I know

Wind me up and watch me go
Black out backstage at a show

Back to back it happen mo'
Bitches twerkin hypnotize

Snortin powder off they thighs
Angel dust inside her eyes

Creep gon overdose and die
No cap, No lie

Oh I wonder, wonder why
Why they wanna f*ck on IG live

Wonderin when ima die from the Habits I'm practicin' all of the time

Bottles and bottles and bitches
No problem

Not worried at all
Drinkin today, Snortin tomorrow

Grippin on a motha f*ckin 40 and
A slim thick shorty

She suckin my dick while
I sip in the morning

Pussy hot as fentynal
We f*ckin at the mall

Steve-O Creep in love with
Pills and alcohol

You f*ck nigga's sip fake
Lean for tha gram

This addict shit is not a game
Not for fame

Me n 85 tryna kill ourselves
Or all the pain

Whichever come first

Pills, Weed, Liquor bitch
Ya'll ain't really doin shit

I'm on everything
I'm on every strain

Stuff my blunts with cocaine
Grape swisher

Mister malt liquor
I been sippin on purple rain

Aye take you back to them days
Knowin shit ain't changed

Sniffin bars nowadays
Better hope that the shit ain't laced

Trippin when I'm walkin
Got me coughing'

Think I need some syrup
Mama off them pills

Lil' crack baby
Thas jus how I grew up

Bitch I been a screw up
I need two cups

Sniffin way too many lines
Got blood all in my mucus

Psilocybin, LSD
They know I'm not a human

Vaporizing' nicotine
That's what they all assumin'

I'll try anything but fentanyl
My nigga are you stupid

Yeah this that murder route
Wrappin that duct tape over
They mouth

Don't know my whereabouts
I'm somewhere down south

I got that widow maker
Sittin right underneath the couch

I don't need no chaser

Pills, Weed, Liquor bitch
Ya'll ain't really doin shit