Lyrics Memory (feat. Cold Hart) - Cold Hart , Drippin So Pretty

Damn son, where'd you find this?
Hoppin' out sticks, hoppin' out Glocks
Maybe I'm dead, maybe i'm no-no-no-not
Sick till my heart stop, run up on me then you get po-
I know I'm still in your memory
The life that I lived was a tragedy
I see that you're broken inside of me
I don't need Jesus, my glizzy protecting me
She suck on my dick, it was heavenly
Yeah my bitch bad, like a felony
Like diamonds, I need me some clarity
Most of the time, I ain't hear what you're telling me
I know I'm still in your memory
The life that I lived was a tragedy
I see that you're broken inside of me
I don't need Jesus, my glizzy protecting me
She suck on my dick, it was heavenly
Yeah my bitch bad, like a felony
Like diamonds, I need me some clarity
Most of the time, I ain't hear what you're telling me
Hoppin' out sticks, hoppin' out Glocks
Maybe I'm dead, maybe I'm not
Baby I'm sick, till my heart stop
Run up on me, then you get popped
Hoppin' out sticks, hoppin' out Glocks
Maybe I'm dead, maybe I'm not
Baby I'm sick, till my heart stop
Run up on me, then you get popped
Put you in a hole, ketamine
I'm getting guap, that's on everything
Bitch you so bad, need a wedding ring
She ride like a bike without pedaling
He want some beef, go to Outback (Aye)
She wanna fuck with a outcast (That's me)
'Member when we used to ride hatchbacks
Hit the lot, play all cash (Skrr)
Straight out the mud, like a wild flower
I had to put in them long hours (Wo-o-oah)
Now all that shit is a memory
Put her on the table and have a feast (Mm, mm)
Remember we used to eat Applebee's
Money so long like a centipede (Centipede)
I swear my life is a comedy (Comedy)
So I'ma just exit reality (Exit)
I know I'm still in your memory
The life that I lived was a tragedy
I see that you're broken inside of me
I don't need Jesus, my glizzy protecting me
She suck on my dick, it was heavenly
Yeah my bitch bad, like a felony
Like diamonds, I need me some clarity
Most of the time, I ain't hear what you're telling me
I know I'm still in your memory
The life that I lived was a tragedy
I see that you're broken inside of me
I don't need Jesus, my glizzy protecting me
She suck on my dick, it was heavenly
Yeah my bitch bad, like a felony
Like diamonds, I need me some clarity
Most of the time, I ain't hear what you're telling me
Hoppin' out sticks, hoppin' out Glocks
Maybe I'm dead, maybe I'm not
Baby I'm sick, till my heart stop
Run up on me, then you get popped
Hoppin' out sticks, hoppin' out Glocks
Maybe I'm dead, maybe I'm not
Baby I'm sick, till my heart stop
Run up on me, then you get popped (Then you get popped)