Claressa Shields

Lyrics

[Intro] (Marc Boomin, this you?) Uh-huh [Verse] Nigga, I'm a pint sipper I'm a pint spiller, I'm a drank getter Damn, they look alike, but they ain't sisters Ridin' through the hood in a BP, we in the tank trippin' I need some more syrup, my drink tank empty Took a ten out Wells Fargo, fuck the bank teller Them boys got too much money, let the bank tell it Like, how the fuck is that real zaza and we can't smell it? Thirty-three percent THC, you can't even inhale it This shit strong as, this shit— Nigga, this shit strong as Hercules I still wanna fuck Perklese, who got a Perc' for me? I told unc' quit his job and come work for me 'Cause five, six thousand dollars a month like a shirt to me That's just syrup to me, you just turtle green I told my nigga, "Don't follow no trend, they done turned you cheap" Bitch, you got kids and you ain't turnt you weak I'm mad as fuck 'cause I just fuck and I burnt a week Like, why the fuck it hurt to pee? Bitch, that's piss, that ain't motherfuckin' squirt to me Bro almost hit a curb, he done jerked a V I got an old assault rifle tryna lurk the streets Nigga, I was drinkin' Act' when syrup was cheap I'm talkin' like, two hundred a pint, it wouldn't go up to three And I drunk Act' when it was high, my cup a G And that's just an ounce, this shit gettin' fuckin' steep He never gonna get no dog shit, he like to fuck and sleep, and play the game Right now I'ma think for you, baby, save your brain, I need that for later How much the drank come up to, C? Grab a calculator I seen a nigga get rich off a pack of papers Baby Ghost'll take a big risk and try to whack the mayor I'm high as fuck, I might hit Claressa Shields And we can fight after we fuck, throw fists for real I never let a nigga throw fists with Will A nigga ball his fists up and he gettin' killed Left Cass and Ra fifty-five mill', I put it in my will Like, how y'all get the coke from California, put it in the wheel? I don't want no fine shit 'cause that's just a bill I really want a project bitch 'cause them bitches steal I really like to mix, bro, I don't like Tris for real I been out for fifteen days, turned down sixteen deals 'Cause two labels called last Monday I really wanna listen to my heart, but what the guns say? Baby, turn around, what your thumbs say? That say Da'mario? Take her in the weight room, we doin' cardio Give me 20K and I'll host, don't go to parties, though I ain't even did shit, what I say sorry for? And, yes, I fucked your sister, girl, y'all all some hoes Hellcat growl up so loud, what you start it for? I thought you was parkin', bro Keep it real, you ain't never poured dark before Nigga, you ain't never bought no seals, you just bought a four Spent a million on a crib, then sixty racks, went and bought a floor I went porcelain I hit a lick for twenty bands and gave my lawyer ten Don't go to court again