lirik lagu came in – retch
[intro]
yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
yeah
[chorus]
came in this b-tch with a thot and a forty
just case they cross me, i get ’em up off me
dunkin got lean, i ain’t sippin’ no coffee
i get you crossed if the b-tch tried to cross
smokin’ exotic, the gun hold the thirty
applyin’ that pressure to n-ggas that owe me
i want an ap, i’ll p-ss on a rollie
we droppin’ hi-tech and wock’ by the oz
i’m in the drop with a b-tch, smokin’ og
motherf-ck the courts ’til they free all the homies
trizz on the way, that’s my motherf-ckin’ brodie
tell me you love me but you gotta show me
i been betrayed because n-ggas is phony
i pour up my pain when i’m all by my lonely
it was some sh-t that i just told you only
regardless whatever, this sh-t here forever
[verse]
ho, wait, jump out the r8, the valet don’t park it, i’m comin’ back
oh wait, i left my drink in the cup holder, i had to double back
oh wait, i f-cked two b-tches the same time, yeah, i had to double that
oh wait, n-gga got booked with a load on the street like what’s up with that?
oh wait, that b-tch that you like? well, that b-tch put my d-ck where her stomach at
pulled out then i left a nut on her stomach tat
you was in love with that, no you can’t stomach that
oh wait, n-ggas be broke and they stressin’, they smell like that struggle pack
auntie came through, said he wanted to double that
left and came back ’cause he wanted his money back
oh wait, we shootin’ for real, on my soul, you get hit, ain’t no comin’ back
oh wait, that’s that new youngboy, yeah, turn that sh-t up, had to run it back
oh wait, my lil’ b-tch from the a, in her purse, keep a gun in that
oh wait, givenchy, mcqueen, and margiela, i’m just havin’ fun with it
uh, yeah, huh
i might just go and go balenciaga my running kicks, uh
middle december, posted on the ‘gram on some summer sh-t
i had to serve up my teller so people i’m done with it, huh, huh
a-list event but you know that the pole, it got snuck in it
[chorus]
came in this b-tch with a thot and a forty
just case they cross me, i get ’em up off me
dunkin got lean, i ain’t sippin’ no coffee
i get you crossed if the b-tch tried to cross
smokin’ exotic, the gun hold the thirty
applyin’ that pressure to n-ggas that owe me
i want an ap, i’ll p-ss on a rollie
we droppin’ hi-tech and wock’ by the oz
i’m in the drop with a b-tch, smokin’ og
motherf-ck the courts ’til they free all the homies
trizz on the way, that’s my motherf-ckin’ brodie
tell me you love me but you gotta show me
i been betrayed because n-ggas is phony
i pour up my pain when i’m all by my lonely
it was some sh-t that i just told you only
regardless whatever, this sh-t here forever (sh-t for eternity)
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