[Part I - Liquor]
[Intro: Kyle Richh]
Glah
Like, what? Like, damn
Glah
Glah
[Verse: Kyle Richh]
She a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn
She a thot, I can't kiss her
My bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her
Like she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor
Wait, put the dick in her liver
New opp, shit kick like a punt
OD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt
Man down, put that boy in a trunk
If I spot him, I turn him to runtz
Oh my God, what happened to—
Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo
Like she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O
He ain't drill with us, he cannot sit with us
Opp pack got me feelin' ridiculous
Pour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her, "Fill it up"
Fuck a bitch, I can chill with a million
Fish bowl, put a hole in thе V
Please do not lack becausе shit can get serious
He a runner, too fast like furious, Glock with a beam, I'ma put him to sleep
Damn, on court like a Piston, quick draw, I got PTSD
She let me hit it in different positions
Like, feel like thirty, I'm ootin from deep
Pop a thirty, I can't go to sleep
Bitch, I'm bustin', might take off his muffin
How is you tough? You was runnin' and duckin'
This G23 get to markin' like Cousins
And I'm interlockin' with buzzin'
But these bitches be keeyin' my vibe
She wanna link 'cause she see that I'm high
Like off the dotty, my vision is fried
Fake love, I don't know who to trust, what?
These niggas fake, get away from me
How you here for me? You wasn't there for me
Told my mama, ''I need you to pray for me''
I said, ''Brother, my music my therapy''
I'ma be top one charted
I'm a demon, I oot through the darkness
Fuck everybody, this life made me heartless, damn
[Intro: Kyle Richh]
Glah
Like, what? Like, damn
Glah
Glah
[Verse: Kyle Richh]
She a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn
She a thot, I can't kiss her
My bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her
Like she be geekin' and tweaked off the liquor
Wait, put the dick in her liver
New opp, shit kick like a punt
OD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt
Man down, put that boy in a trunk
If I spot him, I turn him to runtz
Oh my God, what happened to—
Big gun, I'm a ooter like Melo
Like she Caribbean, shake it like Jell-O
He ain't drill with us, he cannot sit with us
Opp pack got me feelin' ridiculous
Pour up the Tris', don't resist, tell her, "Fill it up"
Fuck a bitch, I can chill with a million
Fish bowl, put a hole in thе V
Please do not lack becausе shit can get serious
He a runner, too fast like furious, Glock with a beam, I'ma put him to sleep
Damn, on court like a Piston, quick draw, I got PTSD
She let me hit it in different positions
Like, feel like thirty, I'm ootin from deep
Pop a thirty, I can't go to sleep
Bitch, I'm bustin', might take off his muffin
How is you tough? You was runnin' and duckin'
This G23 get to markin' like Cousins
And I'm interlockin' with buzzin'
But these bitches be keeyin' my vibe
She wanna link 'cause she see that I'm high
Like off the dotty, my vision is fried
Fake love, I don't know who to trust, what?
These niggas fake, get away from me
How you here for me? You wasn't there for me
Told my mama, ''I need you to pray for me''
I said, ''Brother, my music my therapy''
I'ma be top one charted
I'm a demon, I oot through the darkness
Fuck everybody, this life made me heartless, damn
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