Lyrics

[Intro] Sippin' all night, I been up all night (Yeah) All night (Yeah), I been vibin' all night Uh, yeah [Chorus] Chillin' by the bar, uh Lookin' for a girl and a drink for the week Lost some friends that I loved Like, can I get some time for the healing and the grievin'? I keep the nina on cotch, uh Couple niggas wanna see me go Feel all alone, but nowhere to go Now I got you cryin' in the shower You say I got you thinkin' 'bout my problems But I think I got you mixed in with the wrong stuff I had you mixed in with the wrong life But in these streets, baby, there ain't no love (No love) You lost too much off trustin' me My brothers up and stuck or in custody (Yeah) I'm in my feelings like a roller coaster I need a smoke, baby, roll the drugs up Roll the drugs up, roll the drugs up Got a bad bitch from the road to London And shorty Jamaican, she love a badman [?][1:02] I got love for my gun [Verse] Pull up on a shorty for the night, yeah (For the night) Baby, you can hop up in my ride, yeah (My ride) Sippin' 1942 ('42), she love the groove She said that I'm such a vibe, that's what I do Disrespect the gang or guys, that's bad news (Yeah) And if we ever get the drop, that's bad news (Bad news) Scared to walk outside alone (Yeah), that's bad news (Bad news) Scared to tell a friend he wrong, that's bad news (Uh, yeah) [Chorus] Chillin' by the bar, uh Lookin' for a girl (For a) and a drink for the week Lost some friends that I loved (I know) Like, can I get some time for the healing and the grievin'? I keep the nina on cotch, uh Couple niggas wanna see me go Feel all alone, but nowhere to go Now I got you cryin' in the shower You say I got you thinkin' 'bout my problems But I think I got you mixed in with the wrong stuff I had you mixed in with the wrong life But in these streets, baby, there ain't no love You lost too much off trustin' me My brothers up and stuck or in custody I'm in my feelings like a roller coaster I need a smoke, baby, roll the drugs up Roll the drugs up, roll the drugs up Got a bad bitch from the road to London And shorty Jamaican, she love a badman [?] I got love for my gun