Cup Holder

Lyrics

[Verse 1: YN Jay] Bitch, I only put lean in my cup holder Tell my bitch to hold my lean, she a cup holder Freak bitch wana fuck, I told her come over Yeah the nigga know he getting cooked, he ain't come to court no more You telling people that you hit her, she don't even wanna fuck no more Everybody acting different, ain't no love no more And it's a drout on it, yeah, ain't no drugs no more They locking everybody up, ain't no plugs no more They cutting off extention cords, ain't no plug no more They shutting down all the clubs, ain't no fun no more I make my nigga take your stick, got no gun no more In the club throwing 1's, I'm finna flood this bitch Fucking with that nasty ho, like, you love that bitch? 40 thousand [?] I'm finna stuff my fit [?] you can suck my dick Take your bitch to the room, she finna suck my dick And you ain't finna bust a move, you acting tough, that's it These niggas tripping over hoes, I'm tryna fuck that bitch [Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands] We put them hoes on rotation like a ceiling fan Tell a bitch wanna be mine, bring them dividends I got the front end, and I need the back too I got her popping X, like I'm Jigga man [?] exotics, rock season [?] got the spot going up [?] show you how to make a million [?] I can show your bitch how to buss a date for a half a band With a handshake, I can get a nigga killed too Oh, you ain't know the hit man was my best friend? We used to ride our bikes together from school [?] You ain't know this backhand [?] prostitues [?] [?] grams, I mail it