Lyrics:
It's up, look, damn (for real)
I just sipped a cold pint, now my day gone (uh)
If you really got some pressure, nigga, say some' (yeah-yeah,
way down I can by the way she pulling all up on me
Peep the way she pulling all up on me
Pop out Saint Laurent be my aroma
My brother gone pop out Dior
a nigga lag turn to a glitches
I put all my bodies on through the pack like a pitcher
Pour the wok by the gallon fuck the pints and the pitcher
Early bird
your feelings (feelings, skrrt)
She know I'm that nigga, no honorable mention (yeah)
She givin' me all her attention (attention)
I'm ridin' around
the motherfuckin' paper
She gone chase after the motherfuckin' paper
Real niggas chase after
The motherfuckin' paper
Made myself a legend
Signed a bunch of legends
A lurking street urchin by the dday,
whose conning ways offer a lowly wage
So when night falls to the church I turn, to see what treasures I can earn
Walk in that bitch, three empty guns
She just gon sweep that under the rug
'Member I ran through that sixty and ain't had none
Took some lil pints
until you hit the lotto
Or make her grotto
Keep fuckin’ till I find the right hoe
Truthfully spiteful
Fuck a line I’m sipping till the pint gone
Fuck I
Im just drinking What you thinking
Exotic clouds til the bag gone
Pop another bag Pop another bottle
We pour it by the pint
Pouring up that slow-mo
And a baby who lays in a gold carriage
Now I can't leave, if I do she gets half (not the cash)
Oh yes, the whole damn bags of money
So I chill and act so
and roll
Living check to check, you dropping $50 on the hoes
40 making niggas lean back, I know you thought a joe
While you buy a pint to drop a deuce,
love if you get 100 at a time
I don't need no gps I can get there by the signs
Riding with somebody bitch I dont know she ain't mine
Gotta a plug
it was on
Was bout 10 minutes and I was out the door and was gone
Enroute with the GPS and cruising right to her home
Got out my pint of liquor sippin'
And a baby who lays in a gold carriage
Now I can't leave, if I do she gets half (not the cash)
Oh yes, the whole damn bags of money
So I chill and act so
We've been waiting for way too long
Impatient in need of no ER
Meet me half way I've been gone gone gone
We've been waiting for way too long
she like not right now
10,000 blues get them gone like right right now
Really in the field get it done
They just like how it sound
You want some tris
you mean like investin'? Like givin' back to the community?)
He in the mound with pounds of dope
(Oh shit, I see what you mean, boy, you hell)
She
miles to the gallon
My Dad did half pint to the mile
Rain were chucking it down leaving Worksop
Through North Notts it did not desist
There were cows
Tshhh tshhhh alright, let's get it ty
Tshhh, tshhh, yea, tshhh, yea
Live my life, if she don't get it, cut her off I ain't gone miss it
Live my life,
again, I'll be hesitant
Now I think you a snitch
Throw a house nigga in a ditch
Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys
You little maggot, Eazy-E turned
ain't no lie tell em bye bye bye
Can't tell him bye, no his momma gone cry
Drew talking online his ass must wanna die
Go by his crib and aint no one in
to heads, call me John Madden
Niggas cheap, they ain't havin'
Fourteen Gs, half play, I'm gon' bag it
I gotta cut this hoe loose, this bitch keep on nagging '
again, I'll be hesitant
Now I think you a snitch
Throw a house nigga in a ditch
Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys
You little maggot, Eazy-E turned
stopping won’t I? And by the time I end up stopping
You’ll be rocking one of the rings you pointed out while shopping with a nigga don’t lie
She’s losing it
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