Lyrics Came In - Retch

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah
Came in this bitch with a thot and a forty
Just case they cross me, I get 'em up off me
Dunkin got lean, I ain't sippin' no coffee
I get you crossed if the bitch tried to cross
Smokin' exotic, the gun hold the thirty
Applyin' that pressure to niggas that owe me
I want an AP, I'll pass on a Rollie
We droppin' Hi-Tech and Wock' by the OZ
I'm in the drop with a bitch, smokin' OG
Motherfuck the courts 'til they free all the homies
Trizz on the way, that's my motherfuckin' brodie
Tell me you love me but you gotta show me
I been betrayed because niggas is phony
I pour up my pain when I'm all by my lonely
It was some shit that I just told you only
Regardless whatever, this shit here forever
Ho, wait, jump out the R8, the valet don't park it, I'm comin' back
Oh wait, I left my drink in the cup holder, I had to double back
Oh wait, I fucked two bitches the
Same time, yeah, I had to double that
Oh wait, nigga got booked with a load
On the street like what's up with that?
Oh wait, that bitch that you like? Well,
That bitch put my dick where her stomach at
Pulled out then I left a nut on her stomach tat
You was in love with that, no you can't stomach that
Oh wait, niggas be broke and they
Stressin', they smell like that struggle pack
Auntie came through, said he wanted to double that
Left and came back 'cause he wanted his money back
Oh wait, we shootin' for real,
On my soul, you get hit, ain't no comin' back
Oh wait, that's that Lambo year 10, that shit dope, had to run it back
Oh wait, my lil' bitch from the A, in her purse, keep a gun in that
Oh wait, Givenchy, McQueen, and Margiela, I'm just havin' fun with it
Uh, yeah, huh
I might just go and go Balenciaga my running kicks, uh
Middle December, posted on the 'Gram on some summer shit
I had to serve up my teller so people I'm done with it, huh, huh
A-list event but you know that the pole, it got snuck in it
Came in this bitch with a thot and a forty
Just case they cross me, I get 'em up off me
Dunkin got lean, I ain't sippin' no coffee
I get you crossed if the bitch tried to cross
Smokin' exotic, the gun hold the thirty
Applyin' that pressure to niggas that owe me
I want an AP, I'll pass on a Rollie
We droppin' Hi-Tech and Wock' by the OZ
I'm in the drop with a bitch, smokin' OG
Motherfuck the courts 'til they free all the homies
Trizz on the way, that's my motherfuckin' brodie
Tell me you love me but you gotta show me
I been betrayed because niggas is phony
I pour up my pain when I'm all by my lonely
It was some shit that I just told you only
Regardless whatever, this shit here forever (Shit for eternity)