Letras
Fuck it, hop out the whip
He won't see tomorrow
I'm sipping syrup, fucking up my liver
Drowning out my sorrow
And it's like 4am
Bitch I'm in that mode
Hit up they block and bury 4 of them
Said he ain't want to die alone
So we spent back and buried more of them
Don't want to conversate
Bitch is you gon' light that shit or what
I touched her heart
But that ain't all I touched
She feel it in her guts
They fucking hate the kid
(How you know) I got a feeling in my gut
This purple cool aid got me cooling
Penicillin in my cup
Sticks and melodies
(Fa, Fa)
Clutching on a FN
I tote this bitch for FN's
Tricking out my weapon
A dick on my smith and wesson
My heart bleeding like my fucking cup
I been sipping heavy pardon me if I been fucking up
5 - 5 don't forget the 6
This chopper ate his face like 5 guys
Empty out the clip
I can't sit there claiming that's my bitch
She'll probably snake me for a strip
Man fuck that love shit
I rather see you strip
Fuck it, hop out the whip
He won't see tomorrow
I'm sipping syrup, fucking up my liver
Drowning out my sorrow
And it's like 4am
Bitch I'm in that mode
Hit up they block and bury 4 of them
Said he ain't want to die alone
So we spent back and buried more of them
Don't want to conversate
Bitch is you gon' light that shit or what
I touched her heart
But that ain't all I touched
She feel it in her guts
They fucking hate the kid
(How you know) I got a feeling in my gut
This purple cool aid got me cooling
Penicillin in my cup
(Clutching on a FN
I tote this bitch for FN's
Tricking out my weapon