Xanax / Burnt Memories

(Fuck)

Double R, bird business, it ain't nothin' bigger, nigga

Ooh, ooh

I got Xan in here with me

Ooh

Baby, I need more drank, Xanax wake me up

I was rockin' Helmut Lang, I was down bad, now I'm up

She drug my heart through the mud, I was tryna keep in touch

My feelings get the best of me and I end up givin' up

When I first met you, girl, I was worried 'bout how I smelled

You had your Chanel handbag on with your YSL

You told me you was done with niggas, you was tired of takin' L's

You was makin' all these assumptions, but I ain't care 'bout how you felt

Lovin' every second that I'm with you, and I know that you tell

And I hope that these feelings do too, I hope I didn't say too much, girl

Everything that you have fits you, you addicted to your Chanel

And I hope that this official, hope that I ain't wastin' my time

I depend on you, you depend on me to give you what you need

I'll never, ever leave you for a dirty-ass fuckin' treesh

I'm so stuck in my ways, I'll make you get on your knees

And propose to me (Chapo)

Bitch, I'm a fuckin' G

The size of these cutters like sticks off of trees

I'll never stop shinin' 'til lil' Rino six deep

Everywhere that I go, you know I got these sticks with me

Double R, bird business, man, brr

We all die one day

Let's make it last like it coming

I'm lil' Rino, baby

Not to be fucked with

Double R, bird business

Let's get it

I deserve my flowers today, not when I'm in my grave

My first bitch, she did me so wrong, and I burnt our memories (oh, oh)

I need a pint of codeine, no ace of spades

I'm not askin' for you to leave, but I do need my space

She claim that she love me, claim that she will do anything

I'm still tryna figure out how you spit in my face

Like, how the fuck you do that without feelin' ashamed?