Yeah (Who the fuck is Big Drice?)
What up, Drice?
I ain't smoked a 'Wood and it been all day
Yeah, that's probably why I been cuttin' into niggas
They use that shit against you, that's why I don't really vent to bitches
It's one pocket full, it's all blue, so it's a fifty in it
Cup full of Trishy in it (Yop)
Laptop bag, but I got a blicky in it
Unemployment checks, man, I know you niggas miss them bitches
Throw him a couple dollars, I'm finna humbly shit on niggas, yeah
Two years ago, y'all had it, now that shit is over
Stop hittin' me up about that striker, I already sold it
How the fuck the song unreleased and y'all already know it?
You ain't gotta tell me the bitch a leech, I'm already knowin'
I just wanna fuck the bitch (Yop)
Ridin' around Flint, tryna find a fuck to give
She like, "I don't wanna wake them up," I'm like, "Fuck them kids"
You should already know, so don't ask what kinda truck I'm in (Dumb-ass nigga)
I don't got time to reload this bitch, I'm ridin' with extended
I don't wanna fly back tomorrow, told Tiny to extend it
I can't even rap too long 'cause my lil' bitch be trippin'
I told the bitch I had it typed up, I just forgot to send it
Real gremlin, ridin' 'round with pistols, still got cases pending
Same skinny denims from yesterday, I'm really from the trenches
Switch put a nigga six feet, he should've kept his distance
You'll know you finna catch a B 'cause you'll get the feeling
I'm surfing
I don't got no job, but I been working (Yop)
Two Wock cups got me swerving
Backwoods honey bourbon
Flyin' in the Scat' like it's urgent
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, I ain't flirtin'
Hundred thousand, bitch, I'm worth it
Fuck a nigga bitch and leave him hurtin'
I ain't even tell you she a squirter
Man, I did that shit on purpose
Blue jeans, but these bitches Purple
We'll jump a nigga like a hurdle
Glocky on me like a girdle
Nigga, I ain't finna play with niggas
Left thirty shots up on his block, that's why the K was empty
Nigga, you'd lose your fucking top, you see what the label sent me
I already had my own knot, so I ain't take a penny
Nigga, I was never broke (At all)
Pass that bitch to me, nigga, I'll never choke
I remember when I was a kid, I said I'd never smoke
Now I'm drivin' back from Cali with like ten, eleven 'bows (Nigga)
It's with an X, nigga
Fxce
(Ayo, Drice)
(Run that shit back)
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