[Intro: Lil Blood & Peezy]
(Paper & Ink made this)
Old drunk-ass bitch
(Idea coming for the 808)
Ayy, Blood, you already know what's goin' on, nigga, Ghetto Boy, 3rd World shit, nigga
Uh, uh
This shit—
This shit real different, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Like, super astronomical, some shit like that
Very ignorant
You dig?
Phew, phew, phew
[Verse 1: Lil Blood]
Told the lil' bitch I'm a boss with workers
And every bitch I fuck with gotta serve her purpose
I ain't fuckin' on no bitch unless I'm checkin' her purses
On demon time and I'ma wrap a nigga head like a turban
Searchin' for every dollar when I break on a bitch
If she ain't trickin' talkin', Blood gon' have to shake on a bitch
See, I have little patience, Blood ain't 'bout to wait on a bitch
Hibachi dinner date and I'ma make her pay for the shit
I gave Amy a couple solids, walked away with a 'script
Hit for a brick, sold an eight, the other eight, I'ma sip
Told Shapey to grab a Fanta, Backwood, and some chips
Phone ringin', that's my baby mama trippin' and shit
Ayy, we be reckless with that fully, on some ignorant shit
He on some ignorant shit
Stay with a bitch for six months without givin' her rent
When you get drunk, bitch, you get sloppy and belligerent, bitch
(Paper & Ink made this)
Old drunk-ass bitch
(Idea coming for the 808)
Ayy, Blood, you already know what's goin' on, nigga, Ghetto Boy, 3rd World shit, nigga
Uh, uh
This shit—
This shit real different, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Like, super astronomical, some shit like that
Very ignorant
You dig?
Phew, phew, phew
[Verse 1: Lil Blood]
Told the lil' bitch I'm a boss with workers
And every bitch I fuck with gotta serve her purpose
I ain't fuckin' on no bitch unless I'm checkin' her purses
On demon time and I'ma wrap a nigga head like a turban
Searchin' for every dollar when I break on a bitch
If she ain't trickin' talkin', Blood gon' have to shake on a bitch
See, I have little patience, Blood ain't 'bout to wait on a bitch
Hibachi dinner date and I'ma make her pay for the shit
I gave Amy a couple solids, walked away with a 'script
Hit for a brick, sold an eight, the other eight, I'ma sip
Told Shapey to grab a Fanta, Backwood, and some chips
Phone ringin', that's my baby mama trippin' and shit
Ayy, we be reckless with that fully, on some ignorant shit
He on some ignorant shit
Stay with a bitch for six months without givin' her rent
When you get drunk, bitch, you get sloppy and belligerent, bitch
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