That liquor ain't good for you

I got ten of these, they ten a G, and I got ten hoes on me

I dropped that thick bitch, cause she just wanted riches off of me

I got like five fifty-five sixes since niggas playing round with me

But they not playing round, when gang around, so fuck around with me

Now bitch I'm rhymed out,

So timeout, I'm sick of spitting bars

Now call up your mans, to get blammed, I'll put him in a gar

I'm sick as Sars, seeing stars, and I'm just losing all my breath

Lil bitch I rap rap, so I'm just talking shit for my health

I'm wishing she would give me my time back

Tried to kill myself again, just cause I thought I would spawn back

You niggas bitches,

Y'all just let the cops do the spinning

Y'all repping colors everyday,

But still can't tell me which gang is winning

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Want the thickest bitch with the weakest knees

That's smoking trees, with titties big ass hell I can fucking squeeze

You thought the hoe was praying

Cause she stay on her fucking knees

Can we save the trees

So I can take my bitch to the Florida keys

I'm, really, just trynna fuck and get higher

The way my life is going,

God just keep on sending me liars

I tried to separate myself

They holding me like some pliers

I'm spitting this fire

So you can have the life you desire

You slipped out my life

Like bitches

When they riding them bald ass tires

I'm sick as hell

Maybe I might die to these sickle cells

I'm tired bitch

Of fighting everyday

When you off the shits

Everytime you hit that bottle

You say secrets you can't admit