Songtexte Again (feat. Beenstik) - pyroswrldd

I been drinking more again
I been drinking more again
(Ha!)
I been drinking more again
Tell my brother take a break he pourin' 4s again
I been taking all these L's, I'm feeling low again
His brother got sent to the sky, he'll never tote again
Shot him in the face, that boy can't speak, he never told again
This ain't bout no race, no I'm gon' speak, 'cause I can't hold it in
I hop into that whip, I drive top speed, I'm on that road again
The money coming each and every way, I had to rope it in
And I don't know what happened last night, but I wake up and toke again
That bitch sad, went broke again
If he talk shit, get poked again
(Ha!) I'm runnin' my money up
I ain't fuckin' with none of the funny stuff
And you switched on your man for a honey bun
Ain't nobody like me, bitch I am 1 of 1
And the bands so, big
You could get smoked like, cig
Knock off your top yeah I shot at your, lid
I been gettin' money since a, jhit
I walk in these bitches take, flicks
LV the belt and the shoes they be, Rick
Your bitch came 'round and she gave me that, lick
Then your lil bitch got, hit
Countin' up these racks, I count these hunnids, I got strips
I can't waste 'em on no bitch
AP, I rolley my wrist
And I Vetement my jeans
She off the perc, it make me feign
Countin' up racks, I count up green
Pop a bean, pour a 4 of the lean
So fucked up, I can't even breathe

I been drinking more again (I been drinking more again)
Told my brother take a break, he pourin' 4s again (I been pourin' 4s again)
I been taking all these L's, I'm feeling low again (Bitch I'm feelin' low again)
His brother got sent to the sky, he'll never tote again
Shot him in the face, that boy can't speak, he never told again
This ain't bout no race, no I'm gon' speak, 'cause I can't hold it in
I hop into that whip, I drive top speed, I'm on that road again
The money coming each and every way, I had to rope it in
(Know I had to rope it in)

And take control again
Know that when it be so hard, I'm droppin' a 4, and then I pour again
No I can't be runnin' that pack, but I be a QB how I be throwin' it
No, Beenstik, I can't be broke again
No, it ain't no way I'm going back
Back to that bitch (Na!)
'Cause she know I be rich
And I ain't talking 'bout no Uzi, but I got a brand new Patek on my wrist
Know we come with extendos on the toolie
So when I shoot, know that bitch won't miss
It split yo shit
Know that boy talk down and that lil boy got hit (Hit wit' dat Stik!)