Wine Glass

Lyrics

[Intro] (Undefined) [Chorus] Poured up in a wine glass 'cause this juice tastes exquisite Face card good, got pole anywhere I visit Niggas want my BIN so bad, they like, "What is it?" Your bitch can't get my number, when we talk, her call restricted Lookin' further than the rap, I need my own action figure I elevated and you stuck, I can see why you bitter Pops was a drug lord, but I chose to be a scammer Sold a fiend some coke, but it was really Arm & Hammer Had to stop lookin' out, 'cause some people ungrateful My strap stuck with me like a paper and a staple You missin' out on life 'cause your financial situation 3 IDs on me now, I might eat then and pay him [Verse 1] Black hoodie, black Forces and a ski mask Exotic bud addiction, I need to be in rehab Three thousand a week, that's what I spend just to smoke He went live inside his house and I seen a cockroach Triple-S 2.0s, this ain't the first edition Niggas down and out, can't even pay they Netflix subscription Tails in my ashtray bigger than your blunts Lookin' for some SSNs, I just pray I find Donald Trump's Phones too hot, I'm talkin' to the plug on eight bots On the road for hours, we ain't stoppin' at no rest stop Fluke cards, fluke IDs hidden in the seat Just dropped twenty on two chains, they was ten apiece Every other month, a YouTube check in the mailbox You ain't got a dime comin' in, I am not shocked When the feds raided, I did not panic A jugg callin' in from Mexico, I'm 'bout to act Hispanic I could never ever be the victim of a robbery Based off what I made today, you would think I hit the lottery Six checks clear tomorrow, I'm waitin' on an easy fifteen Chillin' playin' COD, gave out bands on my Twitch stream [Chorus] Poured up in a wine glass 'cause this juice tastes exquisite Face card good, got pole anywhere I visit Niggas want my BIN so bad, they like, "What is it?" Your bitch can't get my number, when we talk, her call restricted Lookin' further than the rap, I need my own action figure I elevated and you stuck, I can see why you bitter Pops was a drug lord, but I chose to be a scammer Sold a fiend some coke, but it was really Arm & Hammer Had to stop lookin' out, 'cause some people ungrateful My strap stuck with me like a paper and a staple You missin' out on life 'cause your financial situation 3 IDs on me now, I might eat then and pay him