Part I: "Xanax"
(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
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
Part II: "Burnt Memories"
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?
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