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retch - fresh off tour lyrics

[intro]
i’m clutching this motherf-cking cup in here like a f-ckin’ – like a baby bottle like a f-ckin’ toddler right now n-gga
sh-t real n-gga, lean & neck

[verse 1]
i just dropped a deuce
it gotta n-gga jugged out (f-ckin’ bent)
i just copped a uzi
might go shoot the hood out
broke n-ggas talkin’ that talk
no words just gunshot n-ggas (gunshot n-ggas)
if you ain’t from the block
don’t try and get money
can’t f-ck with n-ggas (f-ck y’all n-ggas)

[hook]
po’ dat drank, pop a band, i’m the f-ckin’ man
po’ dat drank, pop a band, i’m the f-ckin’ man
po’ dat drank, pop a band, i’m the f-ckin’ man
po’ dat drank, pop a band, i’m the f-ckin man
d-mn

[verse 2]
fresh off the tour ’round
back in the trap
all my n-ggas supplying (on the block wit’ it)
these rappers be stuntin’ and frontin’
these n-ggas they really be lyin’ (n-ggas is frontin’)
i be in the streets tryna duck the police
and stay low from the sirens (duckin’ jakes n-gga)
so don’t call my phone if you ain’t givin’ dome
or unless you’re buyin’ (don’t call my line bruh)
turf from the hood but ya boy doin’ good, all my b-tches is foreign (foreigners)
i f-cked ’bout a thousand, just turned twenty-two man this sh-t gettin’ borin’ (like)
spent five days of sleepin’ time to get it back (back)
on my school n-gga jugg pushin’ 5 black (stuntin’)
n-gga hit me on the hip with the flame talk (hot sh-t)
get to callin’ steve jobs, you gettin’ banged on (clipped n-gga)
i ain’t beef for the nonsense (word)
rlx and goose feathers from a ostrich (word)
i be on some stupid extra fly sh-t (sh-t you know nothin’ ’bout n-gga)
i don’t even look i just buy sh-t (that sh-t you really
know nothin’ about my n-gga)
come back to the brib see what i got later (surprise)
yeah it might sound dumb but i got paper (i got it)

[outro]
i don’t need no cups
i don’t need no ice
just give me yellow xannax
and some red i’ll be ight
i’m gon’ drink mine out the bottle
i’m gon’ drink mine out the bottle
i don’t need no cups
i don’t need no ice
just give me yellow xanny
and some red i’ll be ight
and i’m gon’ drink mine out the bottle
i’m gon’ drink mine out the bottle

- retch lyrics

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