[Intro]
Ayy
Huh
[Verse]
It's gon' take a whole pint of Tris just to get my mind straight
Ridin' with a bitch look like Ariana Grande
I ain't been broke since I figured out that crime pay
I really sell dope, baby, naw, I ain't signed yet
She asked what I want for my birthday, I said, "A pint of Hi-Tech"
Bitch eatin' the dick so sloppy, lost her contact
I had to beat the work, that's called hand-to-hand combat
Ask the fiends, I'm really with the hand-to-hand transactions
Huh, bitch, this a big TRX, this ain't no damn Raptor
Bet you ain't never seen this book, I know every chapter
I can get you dropped off a look, have him headtap you
She told me record her on my phone, want mе to BandLab her
Let's hit the bеach, I took a tab, let's make a sandcastle
Balenciaga tracks, I been spendin', baby, I ain't trackin'
I got receipts for all this shit, nigga, I ain't cappin'
I'm flashin' fifty all blues, my nigga, you ain't catch it?
I thought pass like we runnin' 'round playin' tackle
I got Diors on, I was just wearin' shackles
I ain't been gone that long, this bitch keep lyin' like it's natural
I know that ass fake
This dope I got right here a ten, what your bag take?
Just grind hard and you gon' win, you gotta have patience
Strip club, I got these bitches shakin' ass, rakin'
AMG look like a spaceship, this bitch spacious
Huh, I ain't never did nothin' to these niggas, dog, they just hate me
Swear it just be somethin' 'bout that paper, dog, it just make me
Say you got a source, don't say nothin' else, my nigga, just take me
I had a dream like Dr. King, then I woke up servin' fiends
I'm a junkie too, just one more pint, I'ma go clean
My lil' side bitch keep tryna get me to go vegan
I'm on the road, leave a voicemail if you can't reach me
Ayy
Huh
[Verse]
It's gon' take a whole pint of Tris just to get my mind straight
Ridin' with a bitch look like Ariana Grande
I ain't been broke since I figured out that crime pay
I really sell dope, baby, naw, I ain't signed yet
She asked what I want for my birthday, I said, "A pint of Hi-Tech"
Bitch eatin' the dick so sloppy, lost her contact
I had to beat the work, that's called hand-to-hand combat
Ask the fiends, I'm really with the hand-to-hand transactions
Huh, bitch, this a big TRX, this ain't no damn Raptor
Bet you ain't never seen this book, I know every chapter
I can get you dropped off a look, have him headtap you
She told me record her on my phone, want mе to BandLab her
Let's hit the bеach, I took a tab, let's make a sandcastle
Balenciaga tracks, I been spendin', baby, I ain't trackin'
I got receipts for all this shit, nigga, I ain't cappin'
I'm flashin' fifty all blues, my nigga, you ain't catch it?
I thought pass like we runnin' 'round playin' tackle
I got Diors on, I was just wearin' shackles
I ain't been gone that long, this bitch keep lyin' like it's natural
I know that ass fake
This dope I got right here a ten, what your bag take?
Just grind hard and you gon' win, you gotta have patience
Strip club, I got these bitches shakin' ass, rakin'
AMG look like a spaceship, this bitch spacious
Huh, I ain't never did nothin' to these niggas, dog, they just hate me
Swear it just be somethin' 'bout that paper, dog, it just make me
Say you got a source, don't say nothin' else, my nigga, just take me
I had a dream like Dr. King, then I woke up servin' fiends
I'm a junkie too, just one more pint, I'ma go clean
My lil' side bitch keep tryna get me to go vegan
I'm on the road, leave a voicemail if you can't reach me
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