40oz - Trizz, Rob $tone

Yeah, just because I always do this exchange

Look, aye, yeah

Rhymes in my head as siphon through this mail

You know description on the prescription it’s dimes in my bed

She was left for dead, left the sheets all red

Fell asleep, we discrete and delete, all thread

I’m addicted to these bitches, ah man

Oh damn you can’t face a bitch we breaking all bread

Yow the posse’s locked, scared to come across us

Paranoid author cause I smoke like

Yeah we get it poppin they count on us to pop shit

BBP bitch where money is the object

It ain’t no other option if bitches start robbing

Make it fast then get the cash and then start robbing

I’ve always been about it, just ask who I ride around with

The same niggas with me the same niggas I’m down with

I’m getting paid, getting laid and changing outfits

Niggas don’t change but really ain’t even ‘bout shit nigga

I got a 40oz of liquor

I’m gonna pour up with your sister

An oz o Gat so we gon pour up in a swisher

Just me and all my niggas

And just me and all my bitches

They beg us to come and kick it

Cause niggas know how we get it

I got a 40oz of liquor

I’m gonna pour up with your sister

An oz o Gat so we gon pour up in a swisher

Just me and all my niggas

And just me and all my bitches

They beg us to come and kick it

Cause niggas know how we get it

I ain’t fucking with you lame niggas

I won’t come around, don’t fuck around

Just hack up all the lines nigga

And I ain’t fucking with no lame bitches

There ain’t no come around

Don’t around unless money on the way with you

Dang young rapper up on the wave nigga

And now I hop up off the bands and drink my sunny Gucci babe Winnie

But damn these haters in my face tripping

I think I need to keep the blade I’m cutting heads off the snakes with it

And now they talk about racism

They always talk about the rage and then lock us in a cage, finished

You always with the glitz and glamour but you never with the action

Wanna talk be real with you then face the truth

Now I’m post to put my feet up in the traffic

In the back throwing bags with my slaps on the tracklist

And all you niggas fake trap shit

You making drug music but you being drugged by a rap bitch

And all the hittas know I’m dabbed in

The black kids to the Latins, the Asians and they rad friends

A big booty black bitch in a black Benz

Baggin up the bundles by the bay in the back lit

Trizz done got me back on rap shit

I need the Forbes list, the fat crib, the ‘Rrari and the catfish

My momma told me that I had gifts

I hit the scene and then grab quick

I’m back on the attack bitch

I got a 40oz of liquor

I’m gonna pour up with your sister

An oz o Gat so we gon pour up in a swisher

Just me and all my niggas

And just me and all my bitches

They beg us to come and kick it

Cause niggas know how we get it

I got a 40oz of liquor

I’m gonna pour up with your sister

An oz o Gat so we gon pour up in a swisher

Just me and all my niggas

And just me and all my bitches

They beg us to come and kick it

Cause niggas know how we get it

Nigga, yeah that shit hard