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Yeah, yeah
You know
She called me on my phone, asked me what I'm sippin' on
(Everybody just) look

Louis in my cup (cup)
Louis on my clothes

is sneaking up
I brought riccy to the crib show him the view and painted cups
I was leaving the next  day so we was always cheering cups
Talking how

tonight
Antiseptics on deck, I got every type (yeah)
I throw on my tux, then I (yeah) give zero fucks, then I (yeah)
Act like a jockstrap (uh), cup my

Yeah
Young Zim
What’s up...
Come again at me with one of your double cups
What’s up...
I went to a game where the team did a double up
What’s up..

I don't know how to give a fuck

I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

screamin' Southside til' I die
See I ride, with Carlos, or should I say the S-P-M?
A six three, high, two D's, I almost cracked my damned rims
I swang

tripping boy thats still fentanyl
That's an old cup
I poured two more lines to top it off
Let's take a road trip
Don't need a telescope to touch a star

time’ll have me flat by the life line 
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it

NCAA

2 Chainz

Rap or Go To the League

2019

the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I

One man, honcho truck load, ammo
All black, suit and tie, don't move in camo
Gloves on, no Evie
Trigger finger forever ready
One man, one machete
Out

Here since '47
Yeah I'm talking way back when
He goes by Carlos
And he knows just where you've been
Cause he gets around
Yeah he's been around
Yeah

take a shot
Full cup gang we don’t ever stop
Slumped up in the morning then I’m litty by the evening
Why I’m always stressing I be fighting with my

with his head
Bullets kick his back, if he try to duck & run off on his mans
Check me out nigga, I did 25k off like three albums by myself nigga
They

with us
Homie

Roll some smoke one big puff uh
Red cup pour one drink up uh 
Cut the line, take a sniff, you'll feel right
Something to help you get

?
-you and a cup’la homies who just don’t give a fucc tonight?
-2 dirty pistols,,3 killas but ones the driver tho’
8-hit the licc,,flicc the switch

daughter my momma them
From here, I'm goin' in
Name the album We begin
Fi fy fo fum Giant talk
Big move

Don't kick shit
Big shoes
Control your speed
Bitch

I ain't got no type
Bad bitches is the only thing that I like
You ain't got no life
Cups with the ice, yeah we do this every night
I ain't check

with that yeah
My Opa Locka potna got me a method we gone yeah
Pants tight as fuck but with that 40 they gone sag
Hide the money by my younging he taking

Wake up I'm grindin', cup of that Folgers
I'll be here stackin' all by my lonely
I gotta run it, up for my homies
Do it for Kevin, do it for Tony
I

We get em in
By the the boatload
Fuck is you
Hitting my phone for
Only call me for the pesos
Cashie say he know Carlos
And I say we twins
Cause I

It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand nothing was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever,

on the table
I drop a album no label
I tell no lies no fables
In my cup I got syrup no maple
Leave my kids on her tongue and navel
Rep the No till the grave

snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'