[Intro]
Gettin’ tinted up, I would not care, still—
He was gettin’ tinted up, I would not—
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh)
[Verse 1]
Told her, “Baby, when I hit it from the back only time I’m movin’ backwards” (Only time I’m movin’ backwards)
She actin’ like she got it on the chest, a nigga had to check her (But she really wanna check me out)
I be really just chillin’, no smoke, no beef, no heifer (Uh-uh)
Out of sight, out of mind, no pressure (Uh-uh)
Read her mind, gave it up, no effort (Uh-uh)
Louboutin on her toes, blood stepper (Uh-uh)
One-ten on the 110 flyin’ down, flyin’ down toward the sea
Don’t ask me where I been, aw, man, aw, man, it’s a blur
You must got me mixed up with someone who give a fuck
I pull up Bentley truck, hit the gas and hiccup
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, I been drinkin’
Two cups, tryna catch amnesia
Oh, I been drinkin’
Too gone, just drank two liters
Oh, I don’t think
Who told you I was gon’ be here?
Oh, I’m gon’ leave
Who told you I was gon’ be here?
[Chorus]
Walk with my chin up, somethin’ I learned from my gran’ (Daddy)
He was gettin’ tinted up, I would not care, still whip (Caddy)
I was on the Gulf of Mexico, gettin’ more (Salad)
No bread, no sandwich, no beds, made pallets (Aw)
[Verse 2]
Somehow, still managed to beat the pussy up like Malice
Cuzzo kept the clips, No Malice
Tryna stay balanced, nigga put the city on the atlas
Huh, and then I graduated, got my talis’
St. Louis, cash cowboy
Now I’m like Zeke, got a freak out in Dallas
Two freaks, one for me, one for T
Got beef? Turn a nigga to a patty
When I, when I walk in this bitch with my partners and shit, don’t talk to me, bitch (Mm, blah-blah-blah)
We the talk of the town, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit, we talkin’ too rich (Nah, nah, nah)
Bitch, all my diamonds in the fridge (Bling, bling, blaow)
Bitch, know what time it is (It’s tee time)
Yes, you been ridin’, lil’ mama, but right now I need me a driver
‘Cause I’ve been drinkin’
[Pre-Chorus]
Two cups, tryna catch amnesia
Oh, I been drinkin’
Too gone, just drank two liters
Oh, I been drinkin’
Who told you I was gon’ be here?
Oh, I been drinkin’
Who told you I was gon’ be here?
[Chorus]
Walk with my chin up, somethin’ I learned from my gran’ (Daddy)
He was gettin’ tinted up, I would not care, still whip (Caddy)
I was on the Gulf of Mexico, gettin’ more (Salad)
No bread, no sandwich, no beds, made pallets
[Outro]
You wanna know
One of the most expensive lessons that I’ve learned
Is this
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