40oz

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, just because I always do this exchange Look, aye, yeah [Verse 1] Rhymes in my head as siphon through this mail You know description on the prescription it's dimes in my bed She was left for dead, left the sheets all red Fell asleep, we discrete and delete, all thread I'm addicted to these bitches, ah man Oh damn you can't face a bitch we breaking all bread Yow the posse's locked, scared to come across us Paranoid author cause I smoke like [?] Yeah we get it poppin they count on us to pop shit BBP bitch where money is the object It ain't no other option if bitches start robbing Make it fast then get the cash and then start robbing I've always been about it, just ask who I ride around with The same niggas with me the same niggas I'm down with I'm getting paid, getting laid and changing outfits Niggas don't change but really ain't even 'bout shit nigga [Hook] I got a 40oz of liquor I'm gonna pour up with your sister An oz o Gat so we gon pour up in a swisher Just me and all my niggas And just me and all my bitches They beg us to come and kick it Cause niggas know how we get it I got a 40oz of liquor I'm gonna pour up with your sister An oz o Gat so we gon pour up in a swisher Just me and all my niggas And just me and all my bitches They beg us to come and kick it Cause niggas know how we get it [Verse 2] I ain't fucking with you lame niggas I won't come around, don't fuck around Just hack up all the lines nigga And I ain't fucking with no lame bitches There ain't no come around Don't around unless money on the way with you Dang young rapper up on the wave nigga And now I hop up off the bands and drink my sunny Gucci babe Winnie But damn these haters in my face tripping I think I need to keep the blade I'm cutting heads off the snakes with it And now they talk about racism They always talk about the rage and then lock us in a cage, finished You always with the glitz and glamour but you never with the action Wanna talk be real with you then face the truth Now I'm post to put my feet up in the traffic In the back throwing bags with my slaps on the tracklist And all you niggas fake trap shit You making drug music but you being drugged by a rap bitch And all the hittas know I'm dabbed in The black kids to the Latins, the Asians and they rad friends A big booty black bitch in a black Benz Baggin up the bundles by the bay in the back lit Trizz done got me back on rap shit I need the Forbes list, the fat crib, the 'Rrari and the catfish My momma told me that I had gifts I hit the scene and then grab quick I'm back on the attack bitch [Hook] I got a 40oz of liquor I'm gonna pour up with your sister An oz o Gat so we gon pour up in a swisher Just me and all my niggas And just me and all my bitches They beg us to come and kick it Cause niggas know how we get it I got a 40oz of liquor I'm gonna pour up with your sister An oz o Gat so we gon pour up in a swisher Just me and all my niggas And just me and all my bitches They beg us to come and kick it Cause niggas know how we get it [Outro] Nigga, yeah that shit hard