Lyrics coffin - lonestar*

Way that I got to the top, I feel like the top missin'
Way that I got to the top, I feel like the top missin'
Way that I got to the top, I feel like the top missin'
Way that I got to the top, I feel like the top missin'

(Hold up)

I poor up a deuce of the wok, to feel like the time missin'
I boot her up on the drugs, to feel like a God help me
I glue my hip to the four-five, tellin' God help me
Shape up yeah i gotta, bitch I'm done sippin' syrup

Bitch I'm done with your girl, I put that hoe on a blank check
I'm finna' send her round the world, and I thank God that she lesbian
I tell her come back with girls, or don't come back at all
I got a four-ball, (huh) I got a four-five draw

I gotta solve my problem, yeah I'm talkin' bout all of it
And I only play for the bucks, yeah I'm talkin' Giannis
Baby girl, let's be honest, yeah I put you in a conflict
Put that pussy in a coffin, yeah I'm talkin' bout all of it

Way that I got to the top, I feel like the top missin'
Way that I got to the top, I feel like the top missin'
Way that I got to the top, I feel like the top missin'
Way that I got to the top, I feel like the top missin'

(Hold up)

I poor up a deuce of the wok, to feel like the time missin'
I boot her up on the drugs, to feel like a God help me
I glue my hip to the four-five, tellin' God help me
Shape up yeah i gotta, bitch I'm done sippin' syrup