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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crunchy Black
Crunchy Black
Vocals
Lil Wyte
Lil Wyte
Vocals
Lord Infamous
Lord Infamous
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darnell Carlton
Darnell Carlton
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Patrick Lanshaw
Patrick Lanshaw
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
Ricky Dunigan
Ricky Dunigan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Go on and slip me two Xanax Bars, I'm ready to get full
Fifth of Crown to wash it down, I'm downtown snapping rolls
Ain't no shame up in my game, in fact, I'm mentally deranged
Oxycontin in my system, man, I'm feeling kinda strange
Watch me choke about this dope, Blueberry from Texas
You wanna get up in rotation, that's too bad 'cause I'm stressing
By now, it's 1:30 am, eleven Percocets just entered me
Fifteen minutes from this second, I'll be crawling on my knees
Laughing at the crowd of all the clowns that be surrounding me
Take another Lortab to calm me down and let me see
Body be relaxed, muscles be loose, and you have stopped the pain
No more bitching 'bout your day and work and driving in the rain
Put up wit' the fussing and discussion, I plant in your brain
Hypnotize ya minds, like all the rest but I come through the veins
Take a chill pill to slow me down and get back in the game
Gotta be up on ya P's and Q's to even feel it, mane
[Chorus]
Oxycontin, Xanax bars, Percocets, and Lortab
Valiums, Morphine, patches, Exctacy, and it's all up for grab
Whatcha want, whatcha need, hit me up, I got you, mane
Whatcha want, whatcha need, hit me up, I got you, mane
Oxycontin, Xanax bars, Percocets, and Lortab
Valiums, Morphine, patches, Exctacy, and it's all up for grab
Whatcha want, whatcha need, hit me up, I got you, mane
Whatcha want, whatcha need, hit me up, I got you, mane
[Verse 2]
Scarecrow, scarecrow, what's that you popping?
A powerful pill they call Oxycontin
But it's so tiny that it catch you dragging
Haven't you heard big things come in small packages?
I prefer the orange's with the black O-C
Take two and you cannot move up out your seat
Some people melt em' down in a needle and shoot 'em up
But I pop 'em with Seroquel like glue, I am stuck
[Verse 3]
See, I'm a pill popper, so I'ma keep poppin' em
Gimme twenty Xanax and I'ma start droppin' em
There ain't no stoppin' 'em when they in my system
Mane, I really missed 'em, can you help me get 'em?
I heard you have Clidina, on that fuckin' pill shit
Gimme some fuckin Ec', gimme some Percocets
I need me some four bar so I can break down
'Cause a **** like me 'finna take it to Funky Town
[Chorus]
Oxycontin, Xanax bars, Percocets, and Lortab
Valiums, Morphine, patches, Ecstacy, and it's all up for grab
Whatcha want, whatcha need, hit me up, I got you, mane
Whatcha want, whatcha need, hit me up, I got you, mane
Oxycontin, Xanax bars, Percocets, and Lortab
Valiums, Morphine, patches, Ecstacy, and it's all up for grab
Whatcha want, whatcha need, hit me up, I got you, mane
Whatcha want, whatcha need, hit me up, I got you, mane
Written by: Paul D Beauregard, Jordan Michael Houston
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