Sometimes

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, grab the Glock, load up the chop (Smerf, this your beat?) Ayy (Motion) Grab the Glock, load up the chop Grab the Glock, load up the chop (Smerf made this shit) Grab the Glock, load up the chop Brrt, ayy, yeah Sometimes I wanna pour a cup, sip lean, wanna just fade away Wanna roll a blunt, pour me somethin', then fade away Ayy, yeah, keep all that Ayy, come on, ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 1] Sometimes I wanna pour a cup, drink my pain away Sometimes I just wanna roll a blunt, smoke my pain away Ayy, ayy, ayy, sometimes I wanna pop one, nigga, just fade away I get on my knees and look to the sky, thank God that we made a way I don't want no credit, I paved the way Look at us all eating, amazing grace Slidin' in a Bentley with the dealer plates Hop out holdin' cake like I just robbed a bank On the phone with the dealer, I'm pickin' out paint The interior probably the Pinot, the grape She looked at my sleeve and could tell I got taste Took her straight to the suite and I painted her face [Chorus] Sometimes I just wanna pour me a cup, flush my pain away Sometimes I just wanna roll me a blunt, sit down, smoke my pain away Sometimes I just wanna pop me one, take off, fade away I drop to my knees, thank God we made a way Sometimes I just wanna pour me a cup, flush my pain away (Come on, come on) Sometimes I just wanna roll me a blunt, sit down, smoke my pain away (Let's get it, let's get it) Sometimes I just wanna pop me one, take off, fade away I drop to my knees, thank God we made a way (Amen) [Verse 2] Ayy, ayy, I just be chasin' the money They stress over hoes, it's some shit I'll never be Thank God I'm the rapper, I beat a few felonies How the fuck I done got rich off a melody? She got a man but he ain't my mans You goddamn right I'ma fuck if she let me Eight different hoes, I feel like I'm Bill Bellamy Gettin' some head at the top of the Beverly I'm ballin' for real, but I ain't got on no letterman I'm ballin' for real like I just won a settlement I'm high off a pill, I chase it with medicine No, I ain't no rookie, I work with the veterans Niggas got problems, we stoppin' the problems Pull up with big K like we in front of Kettering [Chorus] Sometimes I just wanna pour me a cup, flush my pain away Sometimes I just wanna roll me a blunt, sit down, smoke my pain away Sometimes I just wanna pop me one, take off, fade away I drop to my knees, thank God we made a way Sometimes I just wanna pour me a cup, flush my pain away (Come on, come on) Sometimes I just wanna roll me a blunt, sit down, smoke my pain away (Let's get it, let's get it) Sometimes I just wanna pop me one, take off, fade away I drop to my knees, thank God we made a way (Amen)