Текст песни 2SIDEZ - Stinky Pete

I'm a grown-up man, fuck the lean I'm sippin' wine
Only fuck with tens, I can never fuck with nines
Yeah, she so fucked up off the drank, ain't talkin lines
It's some bedtime problems, all the problems I abide by
Yeah, the gas, different colors, I be smokin' on some tye-dye
Bitch, broke my heart, look me in the face, say bye-bye
You know I try
Yeah, I do this every night, so why I cry?

Yeah, go getter, go get'em
Don't fuck up my momentum
Yeah, this shit ain't like Riddim, I get this shit by the uh
I get this shit by the fifties, them hundreds, countin' them digits
Uh, I don't need money, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Six'1, standin on the money, now I'm nine'five
Make it to the gates, see God give him a high five
Yeah, done it, done did it
Fuck what they all think about me, do me, I'm chillin
Man, I'm tired of bein' the nice guy, I live like the villian
In the city VIP, they all flockin like a magnet
Fuck the game raw, I don't need no magnum
I might have to leave the city to the A, cause this shit stagnant
Yeah, pop right back out with the cameras they all flashin uh
Think I'm childish, but I still get the backend
No cap, got the gas, that bih smackin uh

Brodie mad he bust down reggie, he could never tap
I need the same amount of O's as the area code on the map

Yeah, money in my pockets, bitch, you'd think these pants were stacked
Yeah, the gas that I'm smokin, pissy, you think it's a cat
In a shotgun to hell, on the way I'm in a cat
Yeah, I just dropped my location, so you know just where I'm at

Yeah, there's two sides
Yeah, there's two sides to it
I've been too fried, I've been too fried to do it
Suicide, yeah, there's two doors to it
It's just you and I, we got the motion, get the movin' on